Used To
(专辑: Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - 2015)
Boys, now listen, we got more motherfucking TV screens On the
outside the
damn tour bus than on that motherfucker Boys playing PlayStation We come through motherfucking hang gliding Off motherfucking Versace skyscrapers I
don't get it, what more can you ask for? Yeah—sound, sound, sound Yeah, real 6
side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the
fuck you at Every time they talking, it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I
found a
motherfucking treasure map And ain't told no one where the
fuck it's at Shout out to the
G's from the
ends We don't love no girls from the
ends I'm gon hit 'em with the
wham once again I'ma always end up as a
man in the
end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the
truth when I'm staring in the
mirror Looking at myself like, there it is there Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo! I
ain't tryna chance it, I
be with the
bands Like a
nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the
snare drum, dancing Watch the
way I
handle it, uh Bring it to the
bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the
man with it, uh With the
bands like I
must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I
ain't playing with it I
ain't felt the
pressure in a
little while It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) Floating all through the
city with the
windows down Putting on like I
used to (What you say?) They never told me when you get the
crown It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man When you get to where the
fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the
money that done came and went About the
two cents I
ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a
gat I
gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a
Swisher roach like a
stepping stone Going at a
nigga throat like a
herringbone Boy, do I
smell beef? Mmmm, pheromones Got a
fucking halo over my devil horns Trap pumping all night like Chevron Suck a
nigga dick for a
iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry for a
new Blackberry You can get buried for a
ounce of Katy Perry I
was only five, but still remember the
drought in '87 Lord, tell 'em bitches I
ain't got no times to play games with 'em I
ain't got no time Tell her that I
love her and I
hate her in the
same sentence I'm fucking her mind I
got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over pinot And when my bloods start shooting that's B-roll, bitch I
ain't felt the
pressure in a
little while It's gonna take some getting used to (What you say?) Floating all through the
city with the
windows down Putting on like I
used to, yeah (What you say?) They never told me when you get the
crown It's gon' take some getting used to (What you say?) New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man Yeah, they don't love you like they used to (What you say?) In the
city with the
windows down Like I
used to, yeah (What you say?) Like I
Take some to getting used to (What you say?) Man, they don't love you like they used to, man And I'm so sorry Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones I
pull up looking like a
damn cyborg, weighing 224 Oh man, these boys don't even understand Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the
scene with Drake For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes You see this mixtape you listening to? This an album Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 Or 29.99 with the
shirt, buy it at the
Target These motherfuckers tripping so hard I
had to look down and double check cause I
thought they had their shoes tied together—motherfuckers got they shoes tied together What more could you ask for? Boys harassing me with these questions How about this? How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions? We ain't doing no interview!