[Intro]
What?
What's TreeJay doin' out there, man?
TreeJay, you're a knucklehead, man, haha (Haha)
Hey (What?)
I got you, uh
[Verse 1]
It's 'bout time I break it down for these ignorant fools
Who still stick under impressions that we live by the rules
We just kids, with nobody to answer to
We just live, you need to understand my view
See, I don't give a fuck about your problems 'cause everybody got 'em
But ain't nobody want 'em, motherfucker, that's life
We try and do it right
Stayin' up, runnin' in the streets through the night
Maybe grab a couple girls, take 'em back to where we livin'
Or just kick it on thе porch with the homies, bullshittin'
No matter what wе do, we try and have a laugh
Rollin' up the weed you saved allowance just to grab
Before I'm out gettin' trashed, take a shower or a bath
Meet my peoples at the party in an hour and a half
Just another night gettin' right
So I might hit somebody's girl for some afternoon delight
But if it's in the night time, sippin' some white wine
I'ma phone a friend or use another lifeline
Just a smooth-ass kid, so slick and so cool
Fuck around and get obnoxious, I'ma piss in your pool, ooh
Stick and move, I be spittin' 'til my lips is blue
Smokin' weed in almost every single interview
Blow is what I'm finna do, sorry, I ain't into you
'Cause I'm too busy spittin' like a missin' tooth
Yeah, we shake 'em up, blaze and awaken
Breakfast in the mornin', glass of OJ and bacon
Strictly organic, my view is panoramic on this phantom planet
They be hatin', I don't understand it
[Chorus]
This some shit to just vibe to, get high to
Never thought the boy would still be in this high school, hey
Summertime never seemed so close
So raise your glasses, here's a toast
This is to the young, to the old
To the hot, to the mild, to the cold (Hey, hey)
It's been a while since you heard this kinda soul (What?)
Thought you should know, give it a go
[Verse 2]
What I kick incredible, my piff is all medical
Try and write it down, but I'm gone, it's illegible
And these other rappers so typical
Chicken sandwich and some waffle fries, unforgivable
Analog motherfuckers, meet digital
Pitiful, hurt my ears every time I listen to you
People give it a boo
Have you mad as fuck, like you got some shit on your shoes
And you, you just some dog crap, never gonna blow
Mr. Malone, I'm deliverin' this flow
And it's hittin' with soul, so they givin' it a go
Hittin' all this smoke while the pigs is on patrol
Bitch, this Most Dope, don't you forget it, uh
On the mound, you can call me Andy Pettitte
On the ground and I lift off at the speed of sound
And it almost knocked my kicks off
Y'all angry in your bars, why you pissed off?
Be happy, motherfucker, this is hip-hop
So we get lost, get a gun, get faded
Sayin', "This my song," every single time you play it
[Chorus]
This some shit to just vibe to, get high to
Never thought the boy would still be in this high school, hey
Summertime never seemed so close
So raise your glasses, here's a toast
This is to the young, to the old
To the hot, to the mild, to the cold
It's been a while since you heard this kinda soul
Thought you should know, give it a go
