Ayo Clark, let's switch it up on 'em one time
Let's take 'em to church!
Yeah
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by a long shot
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh I
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh Lord
I told my guys, I'm blessed to see another day here
My demise is when niggas won't know how to play fair
So when I die, make sure you remind everyone who didn't ride
That they chose a side and to stay there
Escort shorty from the pulpit
If she at the funeral crying on some bullshit
She always said that she would split
How she gon' question what caused it all like she ain't the culprit?
But f*ck all that!
I'm alive and well
Got em' screamin' "F*ck!' that I'm alive
And well?
That's their own headache, so what?
No I'm not petty, I'm Echezona
I've been taking my ass to the gym
Lifting weights, you know what I'm saying?
Going in on the treadmill
The biggest critics stuck in the bed still!
You feel what I'm saying?
This shit for all the dreamers
This shit for all the believers, nigga
All from the heart, you dig?
Mattapan, Dorchester, stand the f*ck up!
Whoo!
Used to hate hearing that I was cocky back in the day
I was fueling myself
You let these f*ckboys eat
And they'll dessert you with nothing but scraps in the plate
It's a slap in the face, gotta beat 'em to the punch
Put the youngins on game, so I'm treating 'em to lunch
Everyone ain't gon' do it the way you done it
And if it is was right, that oughta tell you something
F*ck!
(That's how you feel?)
(That's how you feel?)
You know how this shit go, man!
We gotta take it to the next one, let's calm it down!
(Aight, let's calm it down!)
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Ayo Clark, let's switch it up on 'em one time
Let's take 'em to church!
Yeah
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by a long shot
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh I
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh Lord
I told my guys, I'm blessed to see another day here
My demise is when niggas won't know how to play fair
So when I die, make sure you remind everyone who didn't ride
That they chose a side and to stay there
Escort shorty from the pulpit
If she at the funeral crying on some bullshit
She always said that she would split
How she gon' question what caused it all like she ain't the culprit?
But f*ck all that!
I'm alive and well
Got em' screamin' "F*ck!' that I'm alive
And well?
That's their own headache, so what?
No I'm not petty, I'm Echezona
I've been taking my ass to the gym
Lifting weights, you know what I'm saying?
Going in on the treadmill
The biggest critics stuck in the bed still!
You feel what I'm saying?
This shit for all the dreamers
This shit for all the believers, nigga
All from the heart, you dig?
Mattapan, Dorchester, stand the f*ck up!
Whoo!
Used to hate hearing that I was cocky back in the day
I was fueling myself
You let these f*ckboys eat
And they'll dessert you with nothing but scraps in the plate
It's a slap in the face, gotta beat 'em to the punch
Put the youngins on game, so I'm treating 'em to lunch
Everyone ain't gon' do it the way you done it
And if it is was right, that oughta tell you something
F*ck!
(That's how you feel?)
(That's how you feel?)
You know how this shit go, man!
We gotta take it to the next one, let's calm it down!
(Aight, let's calm it down!)
Let's take 'em to church!
Yeah
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by a long shot
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh I
Dress for me, flex with ease, yes indeed, effortlessly
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Ain't tripping on it if it ain't meant for me
Oh Lord
I told my guys, I'm blessed to see another day here
My demise is when niggas won't know how to play fair
So when I die, make sure you remind everyone who didn't ride
That they chose a side and to stay there
Escort shorty from the pulpit
If she at the funeral crying on some bullshit
She always said that she would split
How she gon' question what caused it all like she ain't the culprit?
But f*ck all that!
I'm alive and well
Got em' screamin' "F*ck!' that I'm alive
And well?
That's their own headache, so what?
No I'm not petty, I'm Echezona
I've been taking my ass to the gym
Lifting weights, you know what I'm saying?
Going in on the treadmill
The biggest critics stuck in the bed still!
You feel what I'm saying?
This shit for all the dreamers
This shit for all the believers, nigga
All from the heart, you dig?
Mattapan, Dorchester, stand the f*ck up!
Whoo!
Used to hate hearing that I was cocky back in the day
I was fueling myself
You let these f*ckboys eat
And they'll dessert you with nothing but scraps in the plate
It's a slap in the face, gotta beat 'em to the punch
Put the youngins on game, so I'm treating 'em to lunch
Everyone ain't gon' do it the way you done it
And if it is was right, that oughta tell you something
F*ck!
(That's how you feel?)
(That's how you feel?)
You know how this shit go, man!
We gotta take it to the next one, let's calm it down!
(Aight, let's calm it down!)
Writer: Echezona Onwuama
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid