Bounce

Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
 Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show
 Came into this industry and now you're witnessing me blow up
 Like seeing a tank of gas explode
 And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
 By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
 'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna make a casserole
 Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
 Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
 I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow
 And haters saying that I'm changing
 I be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke
 They wasn't with me when I traveled down this gravel road
 GC, I could never have my pass revoked
 So step up and you a dead duck
 Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk
 Speakers in the Cadi' rattling the patio
 When the industry was only rocking platinum gold
 I was dope back then, but you had the whole
 Shit locked until I came in and cracked the code
 And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast
 But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T
 She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak
 Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'Lac and float
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 With my homie Tony footwork
 Up at Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall
 We don't bounce until we spend a couple thousand on shoes
 I'm repping clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop
 These music dudes are clueless who I was
 Until I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs
 I'm the truth, but you confuse the use of pride
 I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified
 Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized
 Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized
 I'm the new [?] get neutralized
 Twenty twos are huge, my shoes are supersized
 I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud
 Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in
 I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately
 Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back
 I'm fresh and better than when I was attacked by
 A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick them up
 And take them in and fuck them from the back side
 But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down
 And focus on my money, so I stack my
 Paper to the ceiling, I'm feeling like a billion
 I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 Smoking wood, then I'm gone
 So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope
 Diamonds on my body, split a pill while jottin' down my fillers
 Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote
 Mentally telepathy is part of the recipe
 To let me know what you want it
 I'm giving it to you how you like it
 Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA
 To know what you thinking
 I'm speaking to you like a psychic
 Lil mama know she love it so don't try to fight it
 I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it
 Make it so she the only shawty I know
 On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes
 I roll up one and light it
 On the passenger side of a ride
 Like a player, Imma be up in the cut talking the big shit
 Strange Music, we be the misfits
 Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split
 Middle of the map and nigga finna snap
 And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on
 Better be strong to live in the city I come from
 And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known
 And we can either talk about it or be about it
 Me I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce
 When I hear something like this up on the radio
 All a nigga can do is just bounce
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
 Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show
 Came into this industry and now you're witnessing me blow up
 Like seeing a tank of gas explode
 And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
 By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
 'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna make a casserole
 Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
 Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
 I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow
 And haters saying that I'm changing
 I be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke
 They wasn't with me when I traveled down this gravel road
 GC, I could never have my pass revoked
 So step up and you a dead duck
 Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk
 Speakers in the Cadi' rattling the patio
 When the industry was only rocking platinum gold
 I was dope back then, but you had the whole
 Shit locked until I came in and cracked the code
 And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast
 But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T
 She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak
 Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'Lac and float
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 With my homie Tony footwork
 Up at Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall
 We don't bounce until we spend a couple thousand on shoes
 I'm repping clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop
 These music dudes are clueless who I was
 Until I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs
 I'm the truth, but you confuse the use of pride
 I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified
 Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized
 Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized
 I'm the new [?] get neutralized
 Twenty twos are huge, my shoes are supersized
 I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud
 Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in
 I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately
 Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back
 I'm fresh and better than when I was attacked by
 A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick them up
 And take them in and fuck them from the back side
 But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down
 And focus on my money, so I stack my
 Paper to the ceiling, I'm feeling like a billion
 I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 Smoking wood, then I'm gone
 So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope
 Diamonds on my body, split a pill while jottin' down my fillers
 Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote
 Mentally telepathy is part of the recipe
 To let me know what you want it
 I'm giving it to you how you like it
 Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA
 To know what you thinking
 I'm speaking to you like a psychic
 Lil mama know she love it so don't try to fight it
 I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it
 Make it so she the only shawty I know
 On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes
 I roll up one and light it
 On the passenger side of a ride
 Like a player, Imma be up in the cut talking the big shit
 Strange Music, we be the misfits
 Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split
 Middle of the map and nigga finna snap
 And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on
 Better be strong to live in the city I come from
 And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known
 And we can either talk about it or be about it
 Me I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce
 When I hear something like this up on the radio
 All a nigga can do is just bounce
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
 Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show
 Came into this industry and now you're witnessing me blow up
 Like seeing a tank of gas explode
 And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
 By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
 'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna make a casserole
 Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
 Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
 I ain't rich but I got a little cash to blow
 And haters saying that I'm changing
 I be looking at them laughing like they cracked a joke
 They wasn't with me when I traveled down this gravel road
 GC, I could never have my pass revoked
 So step up and you a dead duck
 Get your head bust, looking like a chef just cracked a yolk
 Speakers in the Cadi' rattling the patio
 When the industry was only rocking platinum gold
 I was dope back then, but you had the whole
 Shit locked until I came in and cracked the code
 And I don't, I don't really mean to brag and boast
 But then again, my fans look at me as the G.O.A.T
 She said she listen to my music in the bath and soak
 Now that's a rap to quote, hop in my 'Lac and float
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 With my homie Tony footwork
 Up at Kalamazoo, balling out up in the mall
 We don't bounce until we spend a couple thousand on shoes
 I'm repping clientele, how can I lose, you out of the loop
 These music dudes are clueless who I was
 Until I blew, producing woohs and oohs and ahs
 I'm the truth, but you confuse the use of pride
 I refuse to lose, been booed and crucified
 Disapprove the movement, crews get brutalized
 Or these pooches choose to bite, get euthanized
 I'm the new [?] get neutralized
 Twenty twos are huge, my shoes are supersized
 I don't cruise, my music boom, it's stupid loud
 Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in
 I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately
 Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my speakers got that rattle back
 I'm fresh and better than when I was attacked by
 A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick them up
 And take them in and fuck them from the back side
 But I ain't got no time to fuck around, I'm tryna buckle down
 And focus on my money, so I stack my
 Paper to the ceiling, I'm feeling like a billion
 I'm filling up my cup with that crown and bounce out
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out
 Smoking wood, then I'm gone
 So far that you can't even see me through the eyes of a telescope
 Diamonds on my body, split a pill while jottin' down my fillers
 Acting like it was the realest shit I ever wrote
 Mentally telepathy is part of the recipe
 To let me know what you want it
 I'm giving it to you how you like it
 Biology of a pimp, it be in the DNA
 To know what you thinking
 I'm speaking to you like a psychic
 Lil mama know she love it so don't try to fight it
 I can make your life so appealing by the way I write it
 Make it so she the only shawty I know
 On Forgiatos, don't hit no potholes
 I roll up one and light it
 On the passenger side of a ride
 Like a player, Imma be up in the cut talking the big shit
 Strange Music, we be the misfits
 Come and twist Rittz, tisk tisk, cause you gon get your shit split
 Middle of the map and nigga finna snap
 And let em know the area continue to kill em forever, we on
 Better be strong to live in the city I come from
 And if you ain't fucking with it then let it be known
 And we can either talk about it or be about it
 Me I'd rather sit back and blow an ounce
 When I hear something like this up on the radio
 All a nigga can do is just bounce
 Take a puff and it's up and away we go
 Put some pimp shit on my radio and bounce, bounce, ah
 Let the bass vibrate my chest, take it to the Midwest
 Run it back to the south, and bounce, out