Lyrics Cozz – Badu

Yeaahh…
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I smell my pride, push the bullshit aside

Baby I’m sitting high

Cozz:
Yeah a nigga back, I ain’t done yet baby
I ain’t stopping till I’m balling like enough said baby
If I fall then I’m crawling, then I’m straight back to the walking
You niggas talking like stopping really ever was an option
Always was an artist, how I put together my garments
Hustle 200 dollars, spend it all at the Slauson
They still was calling them flawless, don’t matter how much it’s costing
You can shop at a Target and rock it like its Versace
Cause you can buy clothes, you can hire a stylist, but you can’t buy sauce, can’t even make a deposit
Either don’t got it or you got it, had it before my pockets had anything deep inside it
But that’s ok, now I’m whipping
My engine foreign, my windows is tinted, dipping in women that’s with it
Bills and my gas is expensive, don’t you go ever forget it
Pray for it that’s why I get
Fuck all the fame and the bitches, just making sure that we living

Baby I’m sitting high
Make sure that my fans survive
I got a plan to thank God
I’m really feeling blessed now
I close my hands to thank God

Curren$y:
I smoke and pray at the same time, hoping God don’t mind, the fact that I’m high
I’m sure he know I’m speaking through my clearest mind
Hoes enticed by what I drive
She said that she respect my grind, I know she lyin’
She just been researching and scheming online
Underground bosses with mainstream shine
This here ’bout rhymes, we just preservin’ the game, or at least we tryin’
My Ferrari caught my younger homie eyes, quicker than his teachers could pull him aside to guide
I guess the responsibility is mine or as eyes, Andretti and Cozz
Cold champagne bottles for reluctant role-models
You can follow if you can keep up with my Impala
Leadership qualities, lavender and violet, while a bitch complete my cypher properly
I gotta keep a bad one in the ride with me
Got a bitch who known for toting pistols right along side of me
Keeping an eye on all these niggas who say they’ll die for me

Baby I’m sitting high
Make sure that my fans survive
I got a plan to thank God
I’m really feeling blessed now
I close my hands to thank God
Close my eyes, slow my pride, I don’t mind… I don’t mind