The only big dog out here taking cat naps
Rogue Ray 'bout ta end up on a hashtag
I wasn't always on a mission just to break backs
But when you grind so long it'll change that
Young jit, black and a white mix
Outta Rhode Island, gas up in my spliff
Told girl it don't hurt to come and chill with the high kids
Just keep your eyes in the game for Crown Vics
Loud pack did a number on my eyelids
I only know because I'm right there with the pilots
People want to scrap me like Takeoff
Even when it takes one take to get a verse off
Dame Dash fame, give me all the shine
Check the wristwatch, young nigga time
Yo man walking in some clown shoes, Pennywise
Ask my teachers, slick words since grade 9
Straight rip from the books, to the notes, to the mic
Under studio lights my
Eyes beam then get moved to the sight
People need Oscar rhythm in their life
And ain't no need to dial in
Cuz true words always find the honest man
With respect comes plenty power
Hand it to the boy in the corduroy trousers
Daaamn that boy got them corduroy trousers
That's that Gucci, that Ralph Lauren
Fendi, Prada
Gucci Bag, Versace
I'm just naming god damn designer brands at this point
This black boy's brutal
Just wait until he heat up like canned food
He's known for going nuts like cashews
Smacking bae's ass til' it's pink like a baboons
She got peach so we f*ck in the castle
But after that big bro getting right back on it
Loopy hoe passed around, like the Indie 500
Keep it on track, I lapped you
To me it ain't nothing
In fast, out fast, residue on her stomach, yuck
Paying homage to the roots, Soul Train
Underground but I still pave a new lane
It'll be a long day if you doubt me
How many want to go toe-to-toe with the cavalry
How many get rich off the lottery
How many leaving a dislike from jealousy
I'm doing this so the fam will be proud of me
And so the boy can go wild out in Calgary
B-b-b-b-bars
Oscar IV - Corduroy (Bonus Track) Lyrics
Oscar IV - Corduroy (Bonus Track) Lyrics
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The only big dog out here taking cat naps
Rogue Ray 'bout ta end up on a hashtag
I wasn't always on a mission just to break backs
But when you grind so long it'll change that
Young jit, black and a white mix
Outta Rhode Island, gas up in my spliff
Told girl it don't hurt to come and chill with the high kids
Just keep your eyes in the game for Crown Vics
Loud pack did a number on my eyelids
I only know because I'm right there with the pilots
People want to scrap me like Takeoff
Even when it takes one take to get a verse off
Dame Dash fame, give me all the shine
Check the wristwatch, young nigga time
Yo man walking in some clown shoes, Pennywise
Ask my teachers, slick words since grade 9
Straight rip from the books, to the notes, to the mic
Under studio lights my
Eyes beam then get moved to the sight
People need Oscar rhythm in their life
And ain't no need to dial in
Cuz true words always find the honest man
With respect comes plenty power
Hand it to the boy in the corduroy trousers
Daaamn that boy got them corduroy trousers
That's that Gucci, that Ralph Lauren
Fendi, Prada
Gucci Bag, Versace
I'm just naming god damn designer brands at this point
This black boy's brutal
Just wait until he heat up like canned food
He's known for going nuts like cashews
Smacking bae's ass til' it's pink like a baboons
She got peach so we f*ck in the castle
But after that big bro getting right back on it
Loopy hoe passed around, like the Indie 500
Keep it on track, I lapped you
To me it ain't nothing
In fast, out fast, residue on her stomach, yuck
Paying homage to the roots, Soul Train
Underground but I still pave a new lane
It'll be a long day if you doubt me
How many want to go toe-to-toe with the cavalry
How many get rich off the lottery
How many leaving a dislike from jealousy
I'm doing this so the fam will be proud of me
And so the boy can go wild out in Calgary
B-b-b-b-bars
Rogue Ray 'bout ta end up on a hashtag
I wasn't always on a mission just to break backs
But when you grind so long it'll change that
Young jit, black and a white mix
Outta Rhode Island, gas up in my spliff
Told girl it don't hurt to come and chill with the high kids
Just keep your eyes in the game for Crown Vics
Loud pack did a number on my eyelids
I only know because I'm right there with the pilots
People want to scrap me like Takeoff
Even when it takes one take to get a verse off
Dame Dash fame, give me all the shine
Check the wristwatch, young nigga time
Yo man walking in some clown shoes, Pennywise
Ask my teachers, slick words since grade 9
Straight rip from the books, to the notes, to the mic
Under studio lights my
Eyes beam then get moved to the sight
People need Oscar rhythm in their life
And ain't no need to dial in
Cuz true words always find the honest man
With respect comes plenty power
Hand it to the boy in the corduroy trousers
Daaamn that boy got them corduroy trousers
That's that Gucci, that Ralph Lauren
Fendi, Prada
Gucci Bag, Versace
I'm just naming god damn designer brands at this point
This black boy's brutal
Just wait until he heat up like canned food
He's known for going nuts like cashews
Smacking bae's ass til' it's pink like a baboons
She got peach so we f*ck in the castle
But after that big bro getting right back on it
Loopy hoe passed around, like the Indie 500
Keep it on track, I lapped you
To me it ain't nothing
In fast, out fast, residue on her stomach, yuck
Paying homage to the roots, Soul Train
Underground but I still pave a new lane
It'll be a long day if you doubt me
How many want to go toe-to-toe with the cavalry
How many get rich off the lottery
How many leaving a dislike from jealousy
I'm doing this so the fam will be proud of me
And so the boy can go wild out in Calgary
B-b-b-b-bars
Writer: Raymond White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid