[ Featuring Stafford Beats ]
I'm in Carolina
Might as well see the family
Hit a producer while I'm at it
F*ck it, it's a Saturday
Woke up this morning
And studied my girls anatomy
I'd tell you more about it
I ain't tryna have her mad at me
You feel the knock in this
East coast kicking bass
Slicker than the Basilisk
Harry with the wand
So you should never be an optimist
I stay inside the booth
Just waiting for another op to miss
Daddy told me bring a bag back to VA
So I hit Bill for the dogs
And told him keep all the change
Billy grinning like it's
Like it's Christmas Day
I'm about to go to church just for some nostalgia
Granny put her hands on me
If I say damn on a Sunday
Barely able to keep my mouth shut
But I can wait 'til Monday
First forty-eight an instrumental
You hear this shit thumping
Play this at the club'
And everybody shaking damn dumpies
Yeah, I'm a rapper
A no capper
A gig snatcher
A cheek clapper
A little shake
And a bend backwards
A look backer
A little laughter
I saw your boo
I had to up dap her
Toe tapping
To the wave that I'm on now
Water choppy
But you bet I bend it
Like I'm Aang now
Ripping rappers
Like they're mid hits off a bong now
Vinegar based barbeque beats
Look, cmon now
The beard getting thicker
It's all that wisdom ain't it
Three years ago
They ain't get the picture
I had to paint it
Baby like the way I slide on tracks
They say congratulations
Forty year old freshman
Motherf*cker, I just graduated
They heard the beat
They thought that Chan was getting deep again
Deep again, nope
I'm in the deepest end
Like Phelps
Backstroking on the beat again
High as f*ck
And everybody's
All up on my meat again
Get the cleaver
That's my little friend
