I-80

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My rhymes a mind fuck--my thoughts are so deep They'll leave your mental cervix throbbing for whole a week Yeah my style shifts quick bitch fuck a boutique And I'm your worst nightmare call it boggart chic Like I said I'm deaf to sneak disses heard I got a lot 'em They say they done addressed me perfect I must not have got 'em Took the summer off I come in do it to 'em e'ey autumn They think they fly I tell 'em shoe: Red Bottom Lemme tеll you the fortune and fame ain't no rеward and it's Always something from the neighbors, violated city ordinance No gangs but my shirt been red so long you'd think I'm handlin ordinance I'll pull up anywhere, any time; give me the coordinates Lookin for a sign from the lord like a green light Instead, got me feel like Mike Vick watchin bitch fights The winner in my bed, "King Khaki ooh your dick nice" Please don't break me off a piece girl I need a thicc slice Yeah, I'm talking' two Cs I like 'em nice and big: talking two Ds Never striking' out: shit is too ease She told me I'm a saint: call me Drew Brees [Prehook] Bitches in my hair I'm just tryna wash and rinse Can't stand me you need to raise your g tolerance Cause I'm accelerating something crazy The only thing on my mind right now is fuck you pay me [Hook] Spent the last 4 years on I-80 Never held a consistent lady 'cept our lady Closer to home switch to I-70 Got me takin my percentage to eleventy Back in the 7 I-64 Turn around now I'm knocking on your back door This year I been down to I-10 Goal line's gettin close don't make me say it again [Verse 2] Key West is the mission Bumpin Stevie Wonder but you know I got the vision Cause music is the language we all understand Knock every pitch out the park cause they all underhand And someday I'll see the motherland Could have done once but I hope I get another chance Drake said all he need is one but hol' up I'ma need another dance Got her so hot she damn near had to put on other pants And I ain't lookin for a record deal Ain't no Van Gogh-ah but you know I'll paint the picture still Ain't no singer but my melodies are somethin real Need some pitch control though, think I need a trim wheel More like a pitch wheel or a tuning fork So offensive they comin at me with a pitch fork Fuck that I'm surgical with notes give me a tuning knife She wanna spoon but ain't no tellin' what we'll do tonight [Prehook] Bitches in my hair I'm just tryna wash and rinse Can't stand me you need to raise your g tolerance Cause I'm accelerating something crazy The only thing on my mind right now is fuck you pay me [Hook] Spent the last 4 years on I-80 Never held a consistent lady 'cept our lady Closer to home switch to I-70 Got me takin my percentage to eleventy [Outro] My words hit like a Dre snare You never see me cause I ain't there And they swear I never slayed the beat Then what are all these instrumentals laying at my feet? Still on a roll, all the way back home Take some time off, spitting Maybach flows I said I'd take control, but ya never know which way it goes Y'all done fucked around and let me get into my zone Haven't felt the love, since I left the golden dome Lookin for my Leia but I can't find her in Alderaan Places, just face it, I'll probably end up just like Han Solo but yolo it's just one shot and then you're gone Bedlam in my head like adult swim has just ended