The Type feat. Curren$y

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Yeah, yeah
I'ma be just like this all the fuckin' day, man
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma be just like this all the fuckin' day, man

Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut

Same way I came up, all my triple o's was hood famous
Nice guys surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That's why I gained this cool, walk this talk
You tryna duplicate and make tools
All you do is make fools of yourself, underground jewels
Just to cop a pot, wallet in a wishing well

Evidence niggas done failed tryna get close to the jet code
But it would never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
That's why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel guiding
I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual
That's what I'm doing when I'm quiet
Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
The other night in Tallahassee and I thank her for that

Fine freak is sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin' that she horny
But lord, I'm tryna fuck with this money

Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma be just like this all the fuckin' day, man
Fuck what these niggas on, fuck what these niggas on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma be just like this all the fuckin' day, man

We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals

We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch, hold up
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs too
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch, hold up
We bust raps like we bust these gats
We the type of people, Chevys and GMCs too

Fuck it, this the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can't get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory, take the good with the bad
Throw the dice, watch 'em tumble where they land
So big, everything is not strategic
Sometimes we risk our life, sometimes we risk our love
Our money and our freedom, that bullshit we feed it
To see if you gon' eat it, in New York we manipulate
Naive dummies, we beat you on the head

It's just game we be running sometimes

But most of the time we don't play
They can't figure us out, we like it that way
The road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters
All these crabs in the bucket pull you down tryna get up
Every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes
We the type of people that'll find you

Stop fronting, you doing a lot of fronting right now
You know what I'm saying?
Make me come to your fucking crib, nigga
Right at your doorstep like "good morning"

We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the axe, hold up
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people that don't bury the hatch, hold up
We bust raps like b-boys bust gats
We the type of people, Cutlass, Monte Carlos, Regals