Sage Williams - Oh Well lyrics

[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 n***a though Eating chicken liver Making b**hes hit the figaro Pit my foes to listen to a n***a Hit the Jigga flow 1996 on b**hes, Giggle Gang sh** is cold Raw tip to my lips real n***a code Keep my sh** on toast Making sure all of these n***as know These pie n***as 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 sh** Said I couldn't flow but now I ain't got sh** to prove b**h [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 n***as wanna hate? What we say? sh** 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 f** 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 n***a wanna stunt I can't lie, dog sh** 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]