Oh Well

[Verse 1 - Sage] Lie and say I'm not dope Swerving into potholes Blasting XVII and Me and Kenja eating nachos Jean Claude Van damn I'm that nigga though Eating chicken liver Making bitches hit the figaro Pit my foes to listen to a nigga Hit the Jigga flow 1996 on bitches, Giggle Gang shit is cold Raw tip to my lips real nigga code Keep my shit on toast Making sure all of these niggas know These pie niggas need a dollop of the Cool Whip First advance check, Ima buy my moms a new whip Pretty women in my new crib and they do strip Down to their undergarments and it's so foolish Rob Kevin Dre Dalvin Franco & Romil Chris April Kurb Kenja Deon who I'm cool with Y'all thinking that's hot? Just wait on that new shit Said I couldn't flow but now I ain't got shit to prove bitch [Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage] La, La, La La, La, La, La Na-nah, Na-nah, Nah ASF Hoodies is what we swagging in Traveling, plus you know We checking extra baggage in Crashing in hotels Macking, bruh you so Dell Niggas wanna hate? What we say? Shit Oh Well [Verse 2 - MiC Kurb] Let me tell you how it is In my lifetime Let me tell you how I feel When I write rhymes Sitting back with my backpack Strapped and attached to my heart Other memories and timelines Not mine, but another brother's What the fuck is This, you may ask, cause I'm Loving someone else's lover Cause my spirit wasn't mine to begin with Two souls cross, they Experience a friendship Never mentioned That I wasn't blessed with a life I was left with another brother's dreams I'mma tell you what it means to be outside Gonna be a long ride So peep it if you haven't seen My eternity is certainly Certain as I exist I cease to repeat, then another one begins When my soul is someone else's And I start to reminisce They will feel it, and they'll prolly make A song like this, you dig? [Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage] [Verse 3 - Kevin Abstract] It seems like The whole world hates you Everybody wanna Act like they made you You can't save me I save you You can't watch me This ain't pay-per-view Is this a dream? A Deja Vu? Wanna come through In a Coupe '92 Impala blue And we gon' be bumping Something that's new It goes like la, da, da La, da, da That's all I want Can't even front A nigga wanna stunt I can't lie, dog Shit Yeah, it seems Microphone, tight jeans And I bleed Greatness on the track So all them Haters can call me wack You can take a step back [Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]