Groovin

[Intro: Jay Rock & BMac the Queen]

Cuff your chick

Here comes another DJ Ill Will exclusive

World premiere

You know

It's time like these is really hard for me to express myself

You know if I didn't have music

I don't know what I would be doing here

But I'ma tell you that

[Verse 1: BMac the Queen]

Aye, let's take it back to them days

We was drinking water with sugar, no lemonade

Posted on the corner no longer being afraid

Me and little cousin have visions of getting paid

But he's gone, my momma told him "Get a phone

And that's for a ride, you don't need to be walking home"

And there goes the pride of a boy in a broken home

Shot seven times and at times I feel alone

Baby brother breathing, he's even the rolling stone

Sis staying strong, she keeping us in control

Mommy with them now but she wasn't ready to go

When I see her not breathing, I'm screaming telling her "No!"

I know she still waiting to see her baby girl blow

'Cause every time I'm flowing I'm feeling her in my soul

And this is dedication for the two, top down while I cruise

Keep it going, continue to make moves

Watch me just groove

[Chorus: BMac the Queen]

I wish I could make the pain go away

So I pray let everything be okay

Let's just

Let's just

Let's just

I know we all struggle so we hustle

Just remember and trust that God loves you

Let's just

Let's just

Let's just groove

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

See I could just get off some sad shit

But I rather give you the real spit

See life is thick in the hood so I lost weight, cross state

Riding through another town with the false rental plates

Sprinkle right over the bladder like funnel cakes

Feel great huh? Die with the bad brakes

Hop out lookin' fly than a motherfucker

Last real nigga alive, yeah I'm the motherfucker

I thought I told you I'm the hottest

Guaranteed to shine, left the whole game polished

Turned it up some notches then send it to the doctors

Basically I'm super ill, dizzying off a couple pills

Huh, I put that on my mother's only son

Hop out, spray the crowd, I'm the only one

Hoover Crip style still eating at Mr. Chows

Ride around, sit it down, still let the money pass

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

Look, I started from the project, post selling rocks

Now I'm the project Pope, white city

We're supposed to kill for our color

It's nothing but halo tips and politics

So acknowledge it

I smoke kush for the fuck of it

See my girlfriend with the homie, nigga fuck a bitch

Why? On a whole 'nother level

Look, am on fire like I'm walking with the devil

I'm grimey but I got my angels behind me

You eyeing me, shots to your dome, sleep comedy

I know the haters wanna see me in a box

Coz I'm paid never slipping, boy I'm flipping with the rock

Got ye, see the Jay Rock whipping in the pot

Got game man, you know my nigga balling on the block

Like a sinner no it don't stop

You can tell the haters they can catch me on Top Dawg