Love you man, you know what I'm saying
Don't ever be no corny ass motherf*cker
And always make sure that most people love you, man
P- City
You want her DMs, I got the spare key
It's a step-dad summer
Top in the face with this cucumber
If she like it, I love it
God first, I put nothin' above it
Humble yourself, sit down
The first impression is the way to leave the speeches
You don't want the smoke, little nigga, start reachin
You don't gotta be a gangster to be accepted
How you carry yourself can be reflected
Hit it with her, let it puncture
Make them think less, your product is you
Make it undeniable
Don't be liable, be reliable
You gotta know your worth, turn this thing of value
Fought the pressure, put anxiety in the choke hold
They would say anything
For a little attention
The world is dark, so I had to bring the light
Weirdos would do it out of spite
Gang seven, had to take flight
Understand your wrongs, so I can know my rights
Expect the same energy, you're in and out
Body language, showin' that you precious
Had to let it burn, infectious
Usher, Rayman, you're a little older
I'm not the same man, got a family
Usher in the game plan, built my faith
Protected like shoulder pads
What do you expect when you come from crumbs
I'm in rare form, never playin' 10-man
What do you expect? Now tell me
Tell me, what do you expect in the field
You gettin' knocked off, never think defeat
Uh, never on retreat
Everybody with the shit, come knockin' at your door
Took, come knockin' at your door
Gave a little sample, now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more
Step dance season, social media
Privacy innovated
Get around your friends like you're so courageous
You ain't him, you're so outdated
Worry about what the next bringin' to the table
They bringin' plastic spoons and forks
Shame on you
Motherf*ckers, shame on you
It's automatic
It's automatic
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Love you man, you know what I'm saying
Don't ever be no corny ass motherf*cker
And always make sure that most people love you, man
P- City
You want her DMs, I got the spare key
It's a step-dad summer
Top in the face with this cucumber
If she like it, I love it
God first, I put nothin' above it
Humble yourself, sit down
The first impression is the way to leave the speeches
You don't want the smoke, little nigga, start reachin
You don't gotta be a gangster to be accepted
How you carry yourself can be reflected
Hit it with her, let it puncture
Make them think less, your product is you
Make it undeniable
Don't be liable, be reliable
You gotta know your worth, turn this thing of value
Fought the pressure, put anxiety in the choke hold
They would say anything
For a little attention
The world is dark, so I had to bring the light
Weirdos would do it out of spite
Gang seven, had to take flight
Understand your wrongs, so I can know my rights
Expect the same energy, you're in and out
Body language, showin' that you precious
Had to let it burn, infectious
Usher, Rayman, you're a little older
I'm not the same man, got a family
Usher in the game plan, built my faith
Protected like shoulder pads
What do you expect when you come from crumbs
I'm in rare form, never playin' 10-man
What do you expect? Now tell me
Tell me, what do you expect in the field
You gettin' knocked off, never think defeat
Uh, never on retreat
Everybody with the shit, come knockin' at your door
Took, come knockin' at your door
Gave a little sample, now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more
Step dance season, social media
Privacy innovated
Get around your friends like you're so courageous
You ain't him, you're so outdated
Worry about what the next bringin' to the table
They bringin' plastic spoons and forks
Shame on you
Motherf*ckers, shame on you
It's automatic
It's automatic
Don't ever be no corny ass motherf*cker
And always make sure that most people love you, man
P- City
You want her DMs, I got the spare key
It's a step-dad summer
Top in the face with this cucumber
If she like it, I love it
God first, I put nothin' above it
Humble yourself, sit down
The first impression is the way to leave the speeches
You don't want the smoke, little nigga, start reachin
You don't gotta be a gangster to be accepted
How you carry yourself can be reflected
Hit it with her, let it puncture
Make them think less, your product is you
Make it undeniable
Don't be liable, be reliable
You gotta know your worth, turn this thing of value
Fought the pressure, put anxiety in the choke hold
They would say anything
For a little attention
The world is dark, so I had to bring the light
Weirdos would do it out of spite
Gang seven, had to take flight
Understand your wrongs, so I can know my rights
Expect the same energy, you're in and out
Body language, showin' that you precious
Had to let it burn, infectious
Usher, Rayman, you're a little older
I'm not the same man, got a family
Usher in the game plan, built my faith
Protected like shoulder pads
What do you expect when you come from crumbs
I'm in rare form, never playin' 10-man
What do you expect? Now tell me
Tell me, what do you expect in the field
You gettin' knocked off, never think defeat
Uh, never on retreat
Everybody with the shit, come knockin' at your door
Took, come knockin' at your door
Gave a little sample, now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more
Step dance season, social media
Privacy innovated
Get around your friends like you're so courageous
You ain't him, you're so outdated
Worry about what the next bringin' to the table
They bringin' plastic spoons and forks
Shame on you
Motherf*ckers, shame on you
It's automatic
It's automatic
Writer: Cedric Turner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid