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hit boy - old school caddy lyrics

[verse 1: hit-boy]
i wish i paid more attention in school sometimes
but then again, i was thinking of beats and rhymes
because of that, i just bought something clean for mom
got my favorite girl giving me piece of mind
that mean brain, i always know my aim
but when you dream big, n-gg-s say you a saint
ain’t no way that you gonna make it happen
i know my beats is crazy but i really started rapping
back in action, it continues, i’m eating what’s on the menu
any n-gg- wanna see me, come meet me up at the venue
remember to bring a skrilla cause i don’t do sh-t for free
and if you want a track, get ready to pay a fee
and if you want to act like syndicated tv
old -ss n-gg-, step aside for the new surf swag n-gg-
my sh-t iller, matter of fact my sh-t killer
them n-gg-s clones, i’m getting on for being realer

[hook]
i’mma get mine ’til the world don’t spin
cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
old school caddy or a new school benz
old school caddy or a new school benz

[verse 2: hit-boy]
i wish i paid less attention to girls sometimes
cause i dunno if she riding for me or the shine
and i dunno if i’m wasting my quality time
but what i know is i’m addicted to b-tches that’s fly
fine linen while i’m gripping this wood in my ride
wine sipping while i’m chilling and feeling the vibe
why n-gg-s wanna act like it’s all a mirage
cause if i told you i’m the sh-t then i wouldn’t be lying
uh, young playa with a skip school swag
but by the time i turned 20 i was popping tags
i guess i did the right thing like spice said
a pair of js and a dream, trying to get ahead
now i’m on a first cl-ss trip with a first cl-ss b-tch
getting brain in my seat, i call it air head
big things looking small from the lear jet
i’m waiting at the finish line, you ain’t there yet

[hook]

[verse 3: kid cudi]
please, won’t you tell me who did it
the illest motherf-cker, your friendly neighborhood menace
promise i’ll be back, it’s a fact
and n-gg-s who think that they nice ain’t gonna shine
next to me cause my aura too bright
do the f-ckers sit on top, i’m knocking n-gg-s off
no we won’t knock it off
it’s the price you pay to play hardball, wit’ wizard n-gg-s
forced my hand, now i’d love to end these n-gg-s
but my daughter got a father who is off his f-cking rocker
known around the globe as a stoner chief rocker
range ripper, honest little motherf-cker
in the sls stuntin like a motherf-cker
i tell the moon don’t fail me now
a n-gg- getting close to happy, i say
i tell my mom she raised a h-ll of a child
four kids alone with no daddy
real sh-t

[hook]

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