Give It A Go

[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