Lyrics

I call it like I see it, them haters can’t believe it, they hopin & prayin, wanna see me defeated, any court case I beat it, God in my heart even if they can’t see it, no matter what they say, or obstacles in my way, I’m blowin on hay visualizing everyday, know im on my way, to a better place, somewhere past space, so turn up the base, & vibe to the track in place

I’m from the OK, she knowin I wanna lay, so I guess im participatin in these devilish games these people play outside it’s a hot sunny day & I might be wrong but to me, but it show feels like a holiday, yeah Im on broadway, blowin on my hay doin what i’m doin like a young nigga from the A. To the carwash to put some water on my ride, her name is Jill, juiced up off some hen, so you know I got some game to spill check’em & chill, yeah know talkin bout my dollar bills, taken’em, breakin’em you know, leavin’em wit a thrill, If its ruff stuff they you know the funk be jumpin, so I ain’t trippin off that as I turns it up & keep bumpin