Astro

[Verse One: Hodgy Beats] I said niggas be takin' life too serious I swear my music take lives - uh, period Mellowhype, things are dependent-free mind-pyramids Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh They put a label on me but I see they’re all clowns That’s why I talk English and think fast Feel my words through the ink's last letter Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I’ve been Returning to visit again, me and my fuckin’ friends Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt Before I eat sushi, I’d rather get to know the fish first For all the cats behind my time, that rhyme - that shit's worth Everything in my mental state now I’m secure, mental ways Dental plates in my jaw for spitting raw just because I like to floss my talent [Hook: Frank Ocean] Think I'm-a wear the yellow tux at the Grammy's And rock out with my cock out... Like "who this kid think he is?" It’s just something I've seen Prince do It’s true... No matter what, I'm showing up Who gives a flying floating fuck What people say, or think? Cause end of the day, start of the day they all said we wouldn’t get here anyway You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch... [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you (When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up) Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine I got 3 quarters and about 10 dimes You can split them 10’s up cause both these quarters are mine Let’s fuckin' celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate We made it, we made it, we made it and you hatin' Cause we made it and we made it And that is not an understatement (oh!) I put that on the people that I stay with Live day to day with, tour bus is the slave ship Niggas worked the grave shift, record clean up and play disc We must be misbehaving But the fans love it, they get the subject Niggas claim be rappers but don’t fulfil the substance Fuckin rubbish, I'll dust quick Nothing to fuck with, I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch [Hook] [Outro: Frank Ocean] I remember I first played Trick some OF shit And he fronted on it like.. nah that shit will never work Ha ha ha, like what? Family: these 2 wrists of mine I had to make them gold You gotta let me shine... If you’re a friend of mine Ask any friend of mine I’ll never block your glow, won’t curb your high We be, in a place they never been Hellabands, for the hell of it In Paris Paris Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably We be in a place they never been Hellabands, for the hell of it In Paris Paris Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban... Probably