[Verse 1: Casey Veggies] He ain't ridin insurance like whatever though Say you got a bad chick, mine looks better though Got her on lock, but I swear we ain't together though She's just gonna ride with a nigga 'till I let her go
Rapping what I'm living man, the shit I spit is medical Soothing to the mind like Cali green, that's medical Young boy flyer than that time I ate an edible Keep going up like a kite when you let it go
I be on some new shit, new chick from Mexico Trying to have kids, I told her I wasn't ready though Yeah, they ain't know me like shawty know Me, Anwar and Joshton they ain't no better than Shawty Lo
You niggas be playing so I had to hit the audible Touchdown pass, sold crack going Roddy though Rocking that shit, got me looking like a pot of gold Hit the jackpot, now we popping, it's the party ho
[Hook] I just want it all, so I can have enough to give No more worrying at all, baby I just wanna live We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid (Lay back, get it big, can I live?)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller] Living flyer than I've ever been, you just mad you never been Bitches at the tele getting freaky like they lesbians And they noticed everything I kick incredible Mac Miller here with the homie Mr. Vegetables
Most Dope general, I know you see us on tour Do a thirty minute set, the people want more And that's an encore The show runs late Bitches give me head trying to find out how my cum taste
I ain't talking about the jeweler, saying "Fuck Jake" Iphone on me for my Sports Center updates OH, the Steelers won again And groupies rolling through, I tell them bring a hundred friends
It's good we out in Cali, and Casey that's my homie We cooler than Moe Dee, it's easy macaroni Shawty wanna ride that pony, tell her give me brain, no teeth Boy we party all night and we don't sleep
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[Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Got up his endurance about his cheddar though Got the chick in her bare ass, Plaxico Rappers off that cheap gas, got that shit from Texaco Rapping until you're thirty, don't really know how to let it go
Yeah, my father had to let me know Everything he did were situations to help me grow As a young kid little shit makes you miserable Now I'm grown up, told that man that I'm about to blow
Once I get going there's no stopping They roaring, we're show stopping Wasn't even aware that my flow's proper, but it is fosho Once you makeup your mind, man you can get the dough Split up your time and clock in, you'll grow
I talk about uplifting shit Plus all the chicks I hit Plus the one girl I love She knows exactly who she is
Sincerely, rap's hope Hope you're hearing me My future's so bright That it's scaring me
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