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Ayy, two thousand, EST Ayy, yeah, ayy (This a- uh, quick) (That way, That way this, this a-), uh, ayy, ayy (That way, That way this), uh Quick fix, go Cra- cra- crazy Siah, Siah, Siah, fix the plug goin' crazy Hey, Mr. Postman, hey, Mr. Postman (Hello) Ayy, we 'bout to spread the message to whoever open Ayy, Spirit make you cha cha, this is not a slow dance (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, I don't need the "Grrat-ta" to show I'm a grown man Ayy, these people want success, but they be havin' no plans Ayy she think that I'm impressed 'cause she can throw it, no hands Now I see that you can get undressed, but tell me, how your soul is? I'm sorry, I can't talk to chicks that don't know where they goin' When I was younger, lot of things I had was 'causе I stole it Now I put my trust in G-O-D 'cause what I need, He own it Wait, hol' on, wait, let's get it jumping like it's Shonen Ayy, faith on me, homie, nah, this ain't no hocus pocus Believe what I can't see, they like "C'mon, man, you must be jokin'" That don't bother me, I just stay on the road just like a Roman Heard the gift is free, I mean that's just what I read in Romans Keep it high key, no soprano, but I'm vocal coaching Keep it humble, G, I don't need to be braggadocious No, no, no, no, no Siah on the beat, switch the key so we can keep on goin' (shoutout) We just keep it movin' like a locomotive (Yeah, skrrt) Wisdom tell me "Hol' on, please don't ever lead by your emotions" Hey mom, look, I'm on TV, I feel like Kenneth Copeland (Hol' on) I aint switched the flow on this whole record They might think is broken They out there playin' chess, I'm playing checkers, Homie, keep your focus, I just said that backwards (Keep your focus) Switch the words and you see how we rollin', The Devil's not a factor (See how we rollin') He has no control on what you're doin' (On what you're doin') Try to tell me lies, I just block it like I'm Patrick Ewing (Pa-ha)
Writer(s): Caleb Gordon, Daniel Horne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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