Swangin

I felt this shit all the way in my soul, I had to put a drink in my head

I suggest you do the same

He stepped out for a second and said he had to burn a lil' somethin

I think you understand

This shit right here is just a lil' bit different

Just a lil' different

I think that's what we call it, huh

Take me back to how it used to look like

Might as well call it game

I'm just a lil' different

Bitch, I'm the man

Just a lil' different

Man of the hour

Just a lil' different

Can you understand

I'm just a lil' different

Blood, sweat, and tears with a lil' bit of pimpin

Gee in the game with the gift I was givin

Can tell how I walk that a nigga been winnin

Swing so hard that your head start spinnin

Slap so heavy that the scales start tippin

Dependent lil' mami, so your boy start grinnin

I'm tryna figure out how she got in that denim

Now she singin' in my mic and the nigga start spittin

So spectacular, stone immaculate

Eye of the storm and my poetry's passionate

Justin Verlander with the team on my back again

Got a lil' funk in the trunk just to slap it in

Swang

Sometimes you gotta just be able to

Just chill

Just

Wind down a lil' bit

Yeah

I'm feelin' the vibe on this joint

Unh

Roll up the sticky

Sure enough it get me to a place where my pace gets slowed up and quickly

But hold up a minute

Cold cup of Guinness

Add it to the fold

Now we blow drunk and with it

Swangin

Go mode, don't fuck with limits

Of faces that he don't know

Don't trust a chicken

Head after bread

Just a lil' bit of wisdom

Said what he said

Too old for pretending

Too real

Yeah, you chose the blue pill