G.L.A.M. & Colbie - The Blast

A bunch of little mini me's inside my brain
Are telling me melody propelling to f*** up the game
And f*** the fame assuming the position
Karma sutra looses tension
Missionary ordinary it may vary my condition
Shampoof to you perm niggas, I'm tryna earn figures
Them dollars burning in ya pocket when ya learn its a
B****, grabbin on ya creyotch
And if you so superior then why you want what we got?
I'ma need the n***** in the back to chill it out
And I'ma need you to stop sayin you the realest out
And why you keep Ono sayin how you make it f***** rain
while theres people who continue to live without
Tell me can you have a full day sober
If not can I wake you when its over
And if you just playin get the f*** out the way so I can f*** it up like I'm supposed to
I don't know cause
Schemin on a knot
Break-in down a swisher
Look here come the cops
Tryna kill a n****
They be like sorry we can't leave your kind a lone
If you kill your own, really who are we to be the sinners
I ain't got time
Got a lot to do before I leave
Its the truest when I breathe please
You ain't got lines
You say that you be about this music you don't ooze that s*** to me
Member when we used to say “Kweli”
That s*** had me feel like I'm the best
Don't got too much of that left
Now everybody yelling “try me”
Ironically we usin all our breath to perpetuate death
Feel like all of y'all forgot your ID
You only bring it for some occasions you don't want nobody
Knowing who you are while you popping Molly
Do you to get in the zone
I'll just pop this melatonin
Who keep sayin I ain't Oakland?
I could give a f*** my daddy outside of a liquor
Somewhere on holly
And he ain't been right since I was born wish he could see me perform
For a while its been me and mommy
Know that I don't do this for no trends
I just do this s*** for them
While I spit these hymns that be funkier then chitterlings
Ain't no blurred lines in my vision go and get a better lens
Glam will have you open off one listen no d*** automatic that I c** different