International Q

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, you know it's Mr. International Q, man

ScHoolboy on front of that, yeah, Top Dawg

Uh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, you know I go there, man

Q, G.E.D., yo, uh, look, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]

Well, you know I like to drop, drop

Keep them lyrics comin' cause I'm harder than the gravel

The proper vision, steady countin', splittin' division

Uh-huh, best rapper alive out the squad, make decision

I hope you're listenin', where y'all ball? Play my position

Uh, always cookin' somethin' like I'm a kitchen

And I ain't bitchin', we just flyin' takin' trips to a land

And I think it's called France, here we go, here I am

Bonjour, well, I guess I'm on tour

Shit, I don't what to say, can I order soufflé?

Ha ha, out the next day, Paris to Tokyo like Lupe

As soon as we land, the zoo shake

Now to Hong Kong, need a cookie with a fortune

The way it's (?), I don't think they do abortions

Walkin' through the mall, every store look like it's (?)

No gang violence, no funerals or coffins and it's cool

Performin' in Germany for a school

Gangbangin' for real when niggas show me the two

Chillin' in rider, we smokin', the (?) bought it

Talkin' 'bout Afghan, I ain't fuckin' with Laden

Nigga, please, did a show in Vietnamese

Once an Australian endin' up in Belize

Everywhere else who went shit, they wouldn't accept felons

Got on a cruise, same while we all sellin'

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]

Go on, yo, uh, uh, yeah, where we at?

Uh, uh, where we at?

Yeah, Q, you know, I can switch it up too, man

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]

Now we at the dock and I'm fresh off some ass

Waitin' on the Rock who try out from gym class

Chillin' in the suite, then we write to a beat

Then we dap because the deal be hittin' the streets

Miami Beach we we headed, 305, with Trick

Then we stop at Wayne's, curly fries and chips

Back to the top of the West, yep, in the middle

State of Illinois, goin' hard like armadillo

Post up, big chillin' when I'm out in Texas

Never seen so many fresh cars drivin' reckless

Seen a little nigga rockin' Hoover on his necklace

Crips and Bloods too, ah, shit, I better exit

Up to the North, I'm chillin' out in Seattle

Yeah, man, a lot of emcees here want to battle

Damn, shit is not important, a couple hours to Portland

Now back home, I'm happy to be alone

51st block, I'm posted up where it's hot

Damn, I almost forgot about the cop

Fuck, damn, the cops done raided all of the spots

My niggas got knocked, distribute all the Glocks

Back to the crib, I'm bakin' my girls bread

Happy to be alive, gettin' it how I live

On the microphone, now you know I'm the man

Piss in a cup for my P.O. and do it again

[Refrain: Ab-Soul]

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Do that, do that, do, do, that, that, that, haha

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]

Yeah, yeah, ha ha, uh, what? What? Yeah, G.E.D

Every dollar, Q, ScHoolboy in front of that

Top Dawg E-N-T, uh, uh