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'