Goin In Lyrics

I think it's bout time we stop playin with them

Booth smells like weed

Ya feel me, Ima chicken wang to this one

Is we?.. What they want

Tell me who want it

I'm full of productivity increased my versatility

Two crucial who want it, be an entity

A virus to the industry overstand break them down

Smoked out quantity, quality is what its bout now

Fatter than a cash cow, greener than some cabbage patches

Agriculture music nigga grown to feed masses

One point was hesitant, prioritize my elements

Words carry more power, than ministers and reverends

Feel better than ive ever been, youthful like a Florida fountain

Important to this hip hop, as if I am the one that found

The needle out the haystack, investment that brings payback

Ain't going nowhere but up, so bottom dollars you can bet that

Beyond where you was left at, a mile high steppingstone

Grind across kilometers, til' I become skull and bones

Ive been where some tryin to go, do more than some will ever see

I'm everywhere you want to be, Da Pro's a commodity

A master mind like Nadoff, 6ft equals a day off

No couch potato pay-off, he took, we bout to take off

Accepted like a passin grade, classic as the taper fade

Hotter than a throw-away, the reason for a good day

As he think it'll happen, Oprah even tried to snatch him

Came up with the perfect scheme, they had to put on John Madden

Healthier than lunchables, the vaccines to common colds

The reason you believe in God, the reason why he made Da Pro

Just woke up, on the wrong side

Cause I'm out of loud, gotta hit that North Side

I need some Bubba Kush, cause I'm so stressed

And it compliments the way I'm dressed to impress

Cop that and then I'm outta here like a jet

Smoke that black and mild, ain't tryin to deal with them feds

I feel the success I got some people lookin', but I ain't worried that some shows been bookin'

Stop by the shop, hit up D. Ron

He keep me fresh, that razor line, I look like James Bond

Fuck the Secret Service, I fuck with the G's that workin'

And while I'm in class, they keep that money circling

They ask me why I rap, I say shit it's worth it

Your girl wanna choose me, Curt Hennig 'Mr. Perfect'

But these bitches worse-some blowin' my phone up

My gramma feelin' bad, so I don't give a fuck

I'm in it for my people, contagious like the measles

Ridin' a Grand National, while you in a Regal

And the rag on that bitch, match my Polo sneakers

Look like LeGarrette Blount, they way fuckin' sneak ya

Fuck that I'm off of here and ready to eat

Don't wanna step in the dogshit, I'm tryin' to kreep

All fuckin' day they call me Chad Mayes

I drop the top on that bitch and smoke that Maryjane