Girlish - Pilot Lyrics

Boy, the weapons are loaded
Take shots when the cameras are focused
Gold chain make it feel like I'm frozen
You taking notes, give me credit for coaching
Bitch, I'm coming full steam like a train on 'em
In a drop top, man I switch lanes on 'em
My shit bang, pop pop, champagne on 'em
'Know I make it rain
Switch flows, tip toes, Rick James on 'em
In the studio, I be in throne (ay, ay)
Microphone the ammunition, bullet-plated chrome
Shit speak for itself, I don't need a title
Bitches worship my lyrics like it's a f*ckin' Bible
(F*ckin' Bible)
(Woo)

Get the limousine ready when I touch down
Tell her she can come and bring all of her friends around
'Cause we go hard when in the city, when we get in town
No need for trappin', they'll be clappin' when we get the crown
Hair fallin' straight right out of my head
This stress kills man, guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
Do this shit on repeat, soundin' like broken wax
I don't use CD's, and I got more than a stack
I don't watch my mouth, so f*ck the table manners
F*ck the fans
F*ck the haters
F*ck all of the cameras
Getting checks in the mail
From 2012
Get that golden award, I toss that shit on the shelf
(Man, f*ck that shit, man)
Yeah, I did it myself, and I ain't share the wealth
You must be mistaken, I don't do this shit for my health
Get that gold chain swingin' while they all broke as hell
Got these deep pockets and it's too much weight on my belt
(Yeugh)

God damn, every day like a holiday
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate
God damn, every day like a holiday
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate

Throwin' hands like I'm Tyson
Crystals on me I'm psychic
Going off like a siren
Runnin' shit like a tryrant

This some visionary shit that we're dropping now
Straight from the underground
To the clouds, we goin' loud
On the mic like some novocaine, we numb the pain
The OG PC-Poets, you know the name

Ain't nobody in my pedigree
I'm making enemies to any and every one of your negative energies
F*ck if you disagree
Call it like a referee
I'm coming at your sensory slicker than some amphetamine

God damn, every day like a holiday
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate
God damn, every day like a holiday
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate

God damn, every day like a holiday
(Throwin' hands like I'm Tyson)
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
(Crystals on me I'm psychic)
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
(Going off like a siren)
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate
God damn, every day like a holiday
(Throwin' hands like I'm Tyson)
Straight facts, shit is sweeter than some lemonade
(Crystals on me I'm psychic)
Guns blast, kick back, no hesitate
(Going off like a siren)
My vision 20/20, presidential candidate
(Runnin' shit like a tryrant)
(Ay!)