Hit-Boy - Somewhere In America (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Hit Boy] Look, it's that towel under the door wrap Finding notices on the floor mats Five Hundred dollar smoking fines Can't let it blow my high Cause I really can't afford that Versatility's what we get for n***a Check my Wiki n***a I'm jiggy n***a And I've been eating good for a minute They just starting to get it I stay hungry like Twista's sister We never know what tomorrow holds So I'm just in Toronto with Toronto hoes Ridding with the city's Obama, we mayback reclining My thoughts is I need higher goals [money] And really I got a new agenda I heat it up, you n******gs just little December I'm leaving dust like Olympian track runners Putting up mad numbers you n******gs missing like bad jumpers I'm in America, where American b**hes On Italian leather so n***a watch where you sitting Know this sh** reminiscing of all the sh** that you grew up on Wishing that you could call up on me when you need a hit and sh** I'm busting at you busta may f**ing lames Rolling some realto n***a steady screaming f** a fade I E to N n***a My team for the win n***a Riley woulda been said it You n***as is f**ing gay Pause There's no offense to the Os, but I got more haters Than I got hoes [JK] I just lied on that line before You know these ladies treat me like bicycle [ride out] And I'm just smashing on the critics with a vengeance f** you feelings and opinions n******gs talk before they listen That's that big sh**, that's that intentional cynical f** n******gs get off my genitals Before I vcut back and let it loose I'm over the top and I'm ready to shoot [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] I just wish that I coulda appeared on Entourage Smoked out on Oprah's couch, chilling with my moms I'm blowing up tho so every thing I do is bomb Every time I cruise I turn a fool into a peep in tom And Jerry Sandusky wouldn't even feel these boys Why? because his p**y is weak You see it every time you meet It's lights camera action Any time that Rockie speak They are a** and your boys are lost like my cheeks And me: I stay above parks See how I got so high That my hit my head on Mars And this b**h say her man not fan of stars He say my sh** be weak I got candy bars But her fingers still stay on my dick Betwixt, she saw the whip and fell in love with the kid So cat eyes every time she gotta look at the shine Pay day when I finish I get back to my grind I got a beautiful mind The song is racing and I'm bout to take another lap Stating real facts like a mother f**ing Snapples cap Got the Juice, 2Pac is back Purified it isn't tap Keep it true Go to Fiji, let the homies steal the map I'm stumbling into honeys While I'm sipping liquor I get paid to ride kicks I ain't got a kicker I got these lames writing paragraphs under pictures A lot of rappers sensitive so I don't f** with n******gs But if you real I got a blunt on me Unh And I'mma pa** it if you want to Unh Cause somewhere in America Amanda Bynes still smoking