Bokeem Woodbine

Pack up through the gate, you fi go ahh! (Uh) Drum pan, drum pan sound over so ahh! (One-two, one-two) Pack up through the gate you fi go, a weh you think? (Uh) Sound boy have other songs that is going up in smoke (yeah, ouch) I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth But that just aroused my style Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch Motivation for the trappers livin' ounce-to-ounce This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say, "Ouch" The snub nose like the Colombos and Bonannos Rum in the cupholder Hittin' bumps and spill on the sandals and car panels I drew attention with artistic vision Make an incision like Alonzo did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric I think I caught the holy spirit, I put my soul in lyrics Closed casket and we know who did it E-S-C-O, I'm in the pole position, yo, she chose this pimpin' Put the pain inside the music 'cause I know they listenin' 'Member I sat on Kool G Rap couch Drank Olde E 'til we coulda blacked out He pulled the track out, thinking 'bout what to rap 'bout Snappin' like Chrisean and Blueface Tradin' bars with the Gods 'til they get the screwface Ouch, I know that's painful like playin' hoops and sprain your ankles Or gettin' robbed for your Jésus, your girl ain't stay true That shit'll hurt you like a K do Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude I'm bent off good wine like Bokeem Woodbine Home readin' a script, lightin' up from a good line Not no cocaine, this that crack though She asked for my passcode, she got what she asked for (ouch) I know some goofies that wanna scalp me, ouch Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin' mouth-to-mouth But that just aroused my style Then I party like I'm Tony in a South Beach house Bars hittin' like I'm still livin' couch-to-couch Motivation for the trappers livin' ounce-to-ounce This is rockstar status, Neil Young with a bounce I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say, "Ouch" Ouch, my view is they only do it for views Knife in my back and I wear the wounds (ouch) Like razor blades and lemon juice (ouch) I know it's hurtin' 'em how I move Pack up through the gate, you fi go ahh! Drum pan, drum pan sound over so ahh! Pack up through the gate you fi go, a weh you think? You a sniper, she a sniper (ouch) That's a painful situation Ouch, you know when they say jokes, but it be real Ouch, you might take it like they hatin' Pain pills can't even help you Don't even matter if you're sedated And you be swearin' you that boy Then why shorty got you waitin'? Ouch (ouch), ouch (ouch), ouch (ouch) Yeah, yeah, ouch Shit, it feel good, it feel good! Shit feel good, bruh Feel good, it's that good type of pain