Song: Cliff G Dog
Beat: Soulja x Jetfly
Lyrics:
“Ay kids, happy holidays. You know who doesn’t wish you a happy holidays, though? Those people that say it’s not ok to record music. Damn…
It’s whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever…
It’s whatever if you’re ready, I don’t mean to rush ahead of you
But I’m stocked up like Getty, plush as a teddy, sober and steady
I’ve been eating my veggies, comfy at 70
Don’t pester with me that dead shit, that’s dead to a G
I’m prepped like a Lexi needs
What you trying to get into? It’s fine to bring a friend too
I know you think I’m mental cause I don’t do what your friends do
But this swag ain’t rental, hit to life like an instrumental
Leave that petty shit at home, I ain’t paying for your incidentals
What you need a line or something? I don’t need lines for nothing
I’m fine with discussion if you got substance
A coffee date, sure once, but maybe that’s a sign of a dummy
The type of person only live in their 20’s, online
Pick a destination if we’re going for a ride
I’m good in any situation, even going in blind
If I ain’t dressed for the occasion, I’m at least gon try
Every day I wake up is a new lease on life
I’ve measured it out, it’s slower to go around
There’s an easier route, but habit compounds
The best time for action is right now
Let’s make it a day we want to write down
I’m laced up, whatever your name is
I don’t discriminate, gravel or pavement
You don’t need to put a face on, or lace front, think pragmatist
Everybody’s young until they’re cantankerous
I’m light on my feet like merino wool
Yea, we can keep it cool, follow the rules
C’mon, for real, let’s strategize a shoot
I’ll take the point if you can follow through
Ay, dead ass, I’m getting sick of sitting, flicking pictures
This is simpleton, I can’t wait another minute
This is silly, I’m worked up at the engine, now steam has gotta exit
I’m a whole man, not an increment, if we’re talking inches and measurements
You can probably tell I’m not the whiny type
There aren’t too many folks that I kinda like
To reach any goal, I’ve had to climb and hike
I have a shocking tale like a lightning strike
I’m gassed up, not a deadpan yes man
I sweat bullets, that’s why I need a headband
Spontaneous, pull up with a set plan
I’m not lucky, I don’t leave it to chance
I get nervous, I don’t really get scared though
It’s water under the bridge if I miss a ho
Kiss a ho under mistletoe, friend a foe, shit a post
If it takes a bit longer for me to hit a goal, oh well
Today snow fell, I still feel swell
My spirits are high I am not in a cell
Healthy, no Omicron, I can smell
I could go on and on like I’m possessed in a spell
Just some little 4-bangers, just slight though
All law unruly, I’m raw danger
When I’m in the wild, I see all angles
You got my number, make a call stranger
You know I’m just up the way
Carpe diem, seize the day, time is gold, no weight
Early bird gets the worm but this isn’t May
This is the invitation, don’t get glaciated
Think of deliberate making fun, out of nothing, for your own sake
For your own sake. Seriously. Alright, kids? For your own sake, lighten up.”
