Coastin'

[Verse 1] Yo, like my mission was rap Growing up they said my mission was whack So I departed from the mischievous acts I'm in the state of mind Bustin' over 40s and wine Kickin' shit that's priceless like Morris Day and the Time 'Cuz since '89, I could never stay in the box While these niggas stood straight up and hop straight outta line Elevated to the point that I could reach the clouds Why you bitches wanna speak to me now? Like you don't know me You don't even know the half or the fourth of it And you don't know the crooked nose of the subordinates Or the ordinates, and bitch you don't know the coordinates Or even the city I was borded in Send a message to that city I'm from Cuz since I hit twenty-one these niggas is done And when i reach twenty-two I'm still gonna shine By the time I'm twenty-five, yeah, the world is mine [Hook] And I'm Coastin' Yup, I'm Coastin' All night and I'm Coastin' Yup I'm Coastin' [Verse 2] Don't call it a comeback Just call it a grant entrance back For the first time like I'm ATL trippin' ATL slippin', save that red carpet for them vain niggas tryna' Make places for them pictures, chasin' only figures Did he just say that? I go to nine seven like did he just play that? Yes, I'm an asshole and that's a fact But I kick up more spit than you bastard cats You got a mic? Nigga, pass it back I don't fuck with lames. I'm in the street like I don't fuck with planes Everybody tryna' move in an alternate lane, but at the end of the day they sound the same Well, hell, every man for his own man Well all these years I could never really understand If niggas really tryna' move up in the game Why they still runnin' in place doin' the running man? [Hook] Coastin' Yup, I'm Coastin' Coastin' All night and I'm Coastin' [Verse 3] Sweet dreams to the game Fuck the money and fame If I'm not ready for the mic (Three halves for them five mics?) Since I put the mic down on that rock shit They wanna place me with these other niggas wearin' rock smith And that's cool, but you dudes look ignorant Refer to the pages, we not even on the same script Don't compare me to any MC you see on TV, because the way that my motherfuckin' clothes fit Call me the tiger I gain the blood in every song But I find it kinda hard to call Memphis home If everybody here wanna be Wayne a three six, then I guess I don't fit within the ozone These niggas lukewarm stop tryna' sound hot I'm not the best, but I'm comin' for the next spot The game ain't ready when I blow on the mic You won't duck dodge LeBron, you'll just screw up the whole dumb cycle [Hook] I'm Coastin' Yup I'm Coastin' Check me out, I'm Coastin All night and I'm Coastin' Coastin'