Nappy (feat. Othelle Omega The Oracle)

Yeah 1, 2, 1, 2 say what Yeah Uh huh Yeah Nappy Nappy Yeah ay Nappy Yo yo It's the motherfucking village Act like you know us If you don't get woke up Like sleeping on roller coasters Pacific northwest coaster 206 on my phone number Stones and sticks will break my bones But throw shade and I stay glowing I'm like a psychic mind controller Every time I roll up White hairs on my Doja Swear it looks like Yoda It's so potent Feel the force every time I smoke it Got me in the moment Everything I see is in slow motion Moving fast can't afford to slow up Going forward's my motive Through setbacks losses and hold ups Like a Ford I'm focused You Chasing hoes in clubs And don't fuck live life in a donut Going in circles so dumb I'm getting my provolone up I got my quota, so I'm rolling over To Scotch and soda To cop a coat Cause the Seattle winters getting colder Got cold shoulders for Snakes, rats, leeches, and vultures Got no fucks for handing over I'm ghost like Sammy Sosa Uh yeah look at their face they're frozen It's hard to hate I know it They ain't listen when I told them So I had to show them Can't deny what's been wrote Since the child I've been golden I feel like I'm chosen Nappy Nappy Nappy Yeah Nappy Nappy Nappy head ass Nigga Nappy Nappy Nappy Yeah Nappy Nappy Nappy Head ass nigga Yeah uh Something wicked This way comes Uh huh yeah Damn right my nigga My will be Done OK, free-throw fadeaway I am doing the most In my bag like Frito lay I'm licking fingers counting dough If it cost to be the boss You can hit me with a quote I'll invest in three or four So I can put on all my bros Get a big ole home Put that bitch up on the coast Build it with no ceilings So I can fit in all my goals The sky is the limit Ain't no telling where we gon' go Everything is self phone Nobody can tell us no Ayy yeah Cause I'm a Nappy headed nigga And I'm.. Aaaaay yeah I'm nappy headed Nigga And I'm winning, winning Yeah I'm winning bitch I'm winning yeah Yeah always on the move But I'm never in a hurry These fools ain't got no clue So my maneuvers still look blurry From my point of view My future is clear so I'm not worried Because I'm winning yeah I'm winning Steady chilling never Trippin yeah I came far Still a long way to go As long as there's a beat in my heart I am in control My will be done Can't tell me no My mane is long The dreads is nappy Huh The Eyes is red The iris glassy Yeah The lips luscious Slang is classy Yo That thang is big My ankles ashy Damn They steady trying to steal the groove We ain't feeling that The culture grew out our wounds Gotta heal from the that Solo blues in the tunes We just call it jazz Souls blooming thru the music This is more than rap Yeah, only way to do it is to do it I don't make excuses Never hit the break I stay cruising If I want it Then I wake up in the morning and get to it The day I stop complaining Is the day I stop losing No, I'm winning bitch, I'm winning Yeah I'm winning nigga what Making so much love I find it hard to give a fuck Kool-Aid in my cup I sip it through my gold fronts Nappy headed Nigga In your face and I don't front