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anderson .paak - draft day freestyle lyrics

[intro]
check, check, one, two
yeah
ohh, oh yeah
oh, yeah
oh, yeah
yeah!

[verse]
livin’ like i’m livin’, tented windows on that camino
n-ggas couldn’t see me, triple beamer, f-ck a telescope
photos of my baby boy, i know i know to raise him tough
“daddy why you never home?” “you’ll understand when you grow up”
papa was a crazy f-ck, paper chasing, playing drums
momma never taught me how to save, she told me double up
wifey need a couple bucks, side piece always wanna f-ck
life ain’t never easy i can see y’all n-ggas giving up
see y’all n-ggas grilling us, see yo’ b-tches feeling us
these n-ggas ain’t k!lling us, we been more than generous
giving every single bit, taking everything we want
time is of the essence, but don’t put that stress up in blood
now what the f-ck is “good luck”? everything i’ve ever done
something out of nothing, k!lling everything in front us
every n-gga that ever fronted on us is throwing up
chunking up the gold cup, y’all n-ggas is runners, huh

[hook]
and now we only got the time that heavens deal us
there’s some things in the world that we have to deal with
all these lame n-ggas ever gave me was opinions
but i never gave a f-ck about a couple pennies, nah

[verse]
i just want a pic-sso
i want there to be peace out in chicago
i give y’all venice beach before the fall though
but i see malibu soon as i close my eyes though
labels talking that sh-t, but i ain’t sign though
h-llfyre my clique, word to [?]
hey, could’ve been worse out this motherf-cker
could’ve been in a herce out this motherf-cker
step up in this b-tch like i’m connections in this b-tch
i’m taking what you n-ggas what you n-ggas owe me
middle finger to the police
me and lodef [?]
[?]
-coughing-
platinum status in this b-tch
shoutout [?] on the flip
my n-gga [?] on the sh-ts
open mic and rhetoric
my n-gga bus driver, milo
that n-gga dj n0body’s sneaker game is [?]

[outro]
and now we only got the time (h-llfyre the clique)
there’s some things (sc-scramble my sh-t) to deal with
all these lame n-ggas (freenationals) was opinions
but i never (aye yo lee, imma be back n-gga, don’t trip, i gotchu) nah
(shoutout my n-gga [?] thats my old head, my old head
shoutout my n-gga [?], teaser, teaser, teaser gang b-tch) o-oh
(shout out my n-gga [?], the almighty [?]
good to have y’all n-ggas back)
there’s some things in world ([?])
all these lame n-ggas- opinions
but i never gave a f-ck([?]) nah (muah)
(y’all labels taking too long, but thats okay though. imma make y’all pay for every year yall n-ggas dont break bread, word to my momma. shoutout to mommaa too, she gon’ get her bachelors in a couple months. yup.)
venice, la
malibu is on the way
buck! (hold tight)
i’ll see y’all on beach, see y’all n-ggas on the beach
(i smoke no more so you know, if i get bored imma just write some sh-t throw it up on soundcloud)

- anderson paak lyrics

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