Calm down, nigga, this golden

Go and take a hit of these roses

Go and get a sip of this water

Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable

Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable

[x2]



Got your joint, it's in rotation, check the sinkhole patient

Deep off in these waters never needing no flotation

Devices, on this humble pie by the slices

Give it to 'em free cause it's priceless

This your invitation, I'm a even welcome imitations

Smokin' mirrors, I've been spittin' rocks and ventilation

So, breathe motherfucka just breathe

There's more than one trick up my sleeve

Tick tocks can't hang, I ain't never even gang bang

Nigga just hang with the wrong folks

Got a little older, got a little wiser, put the reggie down that's the wrong smoke

Been around the world enough to know that you will never get rich if you the wrong broke

Can't live life through a song quote, man

I've been tryin' to show y'all me

I ain't been acceptin' nobody's gas and still got drive, nigga still on E

Nigga still gon' lie, and I still on G, tell your girlfriend not to feel on me

Or, maybe you should come and get your ho bro

And usually we would have a whole bunch of ginger ale but lately I'm been in these waters like a slow bro

So, pardon my manners

This is more street etiquette

Know that I ain't goin' nowhere, if you believe otherwise then you niggas better peep rhetoric

I said



Calm down, nigga, this golden

Go and take a hit of these roses

Go and get a sip of this water

Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable

Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable

[x2]



[NoName Gypsy:]

You ain't even gotta ask me, I'm classy

Pina colada with a blue Laffy Taffy

I'm wrappin' a [?] like get that Apache

Indian remy on a scalp comin' out

Nigga just chillin' on the couch in a blouse like Dave Chappelle be that nigga for life

I drip drip on the haters forreal

Maybe write a rap book for the later appeal

Cause I still write poems on a little black thought more smoke

And mirrors inside of the matchbox more fancy

Images lookin' like mascots

My whole team got the city on the rise

And makin' the sun jealous, we dreamin' new dimensions

And movin' like black rebels with [?], cold

We don't need no ice

I just wanna see your hands in the air and the fans in the stands and my name hella bright

"Noname on the comeup"

Telefone never comin' out, what's the hold up?

Where you been at? Where the print at?

We just wanna hear the truth and the music

Black honesty and honestly I'm a be

In the cut with a book readin' prophecy

Before the sun goes down and the meaning of life becomes obsolete



Calm down, nigga, this golden

Go and take a hit of these roses

Go and get a sip of this water

Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable

Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable

[x2]



We been in here, we ain't goin' nowhere

And we do it for the Free, you know that

Just vibe, just vibe, just vibe

[x2]