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groovin - schoolboy q lyrics

[intro: jay rock, bmac the queen]
cuff your chick
here comes another dj ill will exclusive
world premiere
you know
it’s time like these is really hard for me to express myself
you know if i didn’t have music
i don’t know what i would be doing here
but i’ma tell you that

[verse 1: bmac the queen]
aye, let’s take it back to them days
we was drinking water with sugar, no lemonade
posted on the corner no longer being afraid
me and little cousin have visions of getting paid
but he’s gone, my momma told him “get a phone
and that’s for a ride, you don’t need to be walking home”
and there goes the pride of a boy in a broken home
shot seven times and at times i feel alone
baby brother breathing, he’s even the rolling stone
sis staying strong, she keeping us in control
mommy with them now but she wasn’t ready to go
when i see her not breathing, i’m screaming telling her “no!”
i know she still waiting to see her baby girl blow
’cause every time i’m flowing i’m feeling her in my soul
and this is dedication for the two, top down while i cruise
keep it going, continue to make moves
watch me just groove

[hook: bmac the queen]
i wish i could make the pain go away
so i pray let everything be okay
let’s just
let’s just
let’s just
i know we all struggle so we hustle
just remember and trust that god loves you
let’s just
let’s just
let’s just groove

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
see i could just get off some sad sh-t
but i rather give you the real spit
see life is thick in the hood so i lost weight, cross state
riding through another town with the false rental plates
sprinkle right over the bladder like funnel cakes
feel great huh? die with the bad brakes
hop out lookin’ fly than a motherf-cker
last real n-gga alive, yeah i’m the motherf-cker
i thought i told you i’m the hottest
guaranteed to shine, left the whole game polished
turned it up some notches then send it to the doctors
basically i’m super ill, dizzying off a couple pills
huh, i put that on my mother’s only son
hop out, spray the crowd, i’m the only one
hoover crip style still eating at mr. chows
ride around, sit it down, still let the money p-ss

[verse 3: jay rock]
look, i started from the project, post selling rocks
now i’m the project pope, white city
we’re supposed to k!ll for our color
it’s nothing but halo tips and politics
so acknowledge it
i smoke kush for the f-ck of it
see my girlfriend with the homie, n-gga f-ck a b-tch
why? on a whole ‘nother level
look, am on fire like i’m walking with the devil
i’m grimey but i got my angels behind me
you eyeing me, shots to your dome, sleep comedy
i know the haters wanna see me in a box
coz i’m paid never slipping, boy i’m flipping with the rock
got ye, see the jay rock whipping in the pot
got game man, you know my n-gga balling on the block
like a sinner no it don’t stop
you can tell the haters they can catch me on top dawg

- schoolboy q lyrics

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