[Chorus: Ollie Joseph] Yeah We sliding in silence like WD 40 on me, but isn't a beam I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin Yeah it's family business when dealing with me Kush did a bit, he was out out if or 3 The bloodline home base in Wisconsin Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese We in it for life, I put it on Strauss I came a long way from them Michigan nights Where sippin' my vice Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice But they never listen, they hard of hearin' Too focused on the art of appearance [Verse 1: Ollie Joseph] In the future they same ones shopping at Ross With a cart full of clearance No investment in their goals, direction all fucked up No control when they stearin' Up in the morning I'm working on lyrics I got a cup of the Folgers, I'm cheerin' I toast to the time's I resented reflections But now when i look, it's a goat in the mirror The operation lil' different over here Let me explain it I went to college, I sat in them lectures My cousin was cuffed, had to sit with the bailiffs I still haven't seen him in person, but when he off papers He knows that we gone celebrate it This shit been years in the making But nigga we finally made it Off hooks alone, could get 10 for a feature If she off the hook, then I catch and release her I give a year, Ima stay at the Nobu Telly When I check in Ibiza I get a check from fending off demons If Galaxy send it, I shred it to pieces Can't lie my time is coming I'm and honest man, so you better believe it The top good, she look up and I'm cheesin' Give her a tip, pass her a 50 She sharing my secrets? Bad news We gotta move like the Vatican City Or move like a Gypsy, always on go Liq in my kidneys, I'm saucy fasho If they want the smoke, toss me a cone We rollin' up, bring it straight it ya door Straight to ya
[Chorus: Ollie Joseph] Yeah We sliding in silence like WD 40 on me, but isn't a beam I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin Yeah it's family business when dealing with me Kush did a bit, he was out out if or 3 The bloodline home base in Wisconsin Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese We in it for life, I put it on Strauss I came a long way from them Michigan nights Where sippin' my vice Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice But they never listen, they hard of hearin' Too focused on the art of appearance
[Verse 2: GNF Kusher] In the future I'm that same nigga That be still trappin' even though I got millions GPS trippin', no direction Gettin' good head, rollin' up while I'm stearin' I got a bottle of Henny, I'm chearin' I told her not to take of what she wearing Cause that ain't my focus, now go run some errands Cause one thing you're not finna do is run Aaron Ain't no comparin' Bitches be looking at me like muhfuckin' mirror, they starin' I ain't no parent, but all these niggas my sons And I buy they clothes on clearance Chill with that starin', cause if I feel you a threat Ima up this hoe and get to airin' I like to smoke when I rap I feel like that shit make me a lil' sharper, like Darren If they don't know then they can find out about me I'll fly to Cali, catch a body by Ollie Don't make me go back to when I was out wildin' Cause now we legal and that money just pilin' Wipe his nose cause he just sneezed Do that boy like he allergic to pollen And ever since I did that first song with Ollie Been blowing out these bitches backs like a dolphin And play with cuz on site, gotta off 'em Check his fever, cause that boy in a coffin Throw the pack at me, know Ima Moss it And bust a couple moves, and get right back off it And word to Lombardi, we out for that cheese I fuck with Aaron Rodgers, fuck Brees National anthem, I'm takin' a knee I fill a backwood full of white Runtz And that bitch kickin', Jet Li Kush
[Chorus] Yeah We sliding in silence like WD 40 on me, but isn't a beam I sip it, he up it, I stay with my youngin Yeah it's family business when dealing with me Kush did a bit, he was out out if or 3 The bloodline home base in Wisconsin Word to Lombardi, we out for the cheese We in it for life, I put it on Strauss I came a long way from them Michigan nights Where sippin' my vice Fucking on women that smell like vanilla and cinnamon spice The kitchen is hype, I'm cookin' up I should charge when I drop, I be giving advice But they never listen, they hard of hearin' Too focused on the art of appearanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.