Kevin Abstract
Hare Krishna (Less Vocal*)
[Intro: Kevin Abstract & Cutty Ranks]
Who feel Cutty? C-C-Cutty run the band
Who feel Cutty? C-C-Cutty run the band
Woo!
Who feel Cutty? C-C-Cutty run the band
Who-who-who-who feel Cutty? C-C-Cutty run the band
A little less vocal for me?
Who feel Cutty? C-C-Cutty run the band
What they sayin' outside?
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Warrior from Corpus, hold the globe in my pocket
My life more unpredictable than stocks is
We still fighting the same fight that Pac did
Made songs about our neighborhood and then got big
Now I need to give back, just like God did
Or more like Hov
Last night, when I was stoned, I seen an UFO
Thought about how far this shit could actually go
Lord knows all I ever wanted was to be just like my cousin by the stove
Get a Rolls
I gave you all this music, can I at least get some coze?
I told you how I felt and then your mouth froze
Told the world who I was and then my neck froze
Now you acting like I owe—fuck it, you right, I do
'Cause them n***as I was around was the foundation for my crew
That's the foundation for my truth, turning basements into booths
Termination down the sea, baby, that's the reason for the loot
[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Go get the lows, pick 'em up and sell it
And dust 'em out, for- for- forget it
Cross the line, so hard develop
Ashes in the sky but the cloud feel like a relic
Missed the light but they show off (show off, off)
After-hours, we go off (go off, off)
Talking all of that garbage
Go and take it out, give 'em something to choke on
Whack-a-mole but in pig form
I can't give a damn bout your 'pinion
Hyped up, I just want a piece of your pension
SUV packed full of my best ones
Smoking out the window, look like a damn Jetson
'Bout to go stupid like tonight is the last one
I just need a breeze, to put you at ease
Go to the brown liquor, put me to sleep
Back to Mulholland, got the bands for the view
Convincing myself I'm not useless to you
Shouts from the highest, listen to they guidance
Running round my head, I believe I can hear the choir
Pace around for hours, wait around for hours
Till everyone in my circle blooming flowers
Flowers, flowers, flowers