Smooth Sailin'

Now I'm so high, and I'm so fly

My gear's on deck, my beard ain't grow yet

I'm so on point, I'm so on one

This is how we do it here in Philaphornia

Sco', Mac, toe, back

The one y'all, love to blow, back

I got five fingers, it ain't no riddle

While the only one showing is the one in the middle

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the dog

Going at it over kibble out in the backyard

I drink Yak hard, y'all act hard

Now I gotta cut ya up like a MAC card

Everybody packing a strap to spark

But don't everybody wanna scrap and spar

I'm old school with it, no tool with it

Head up 'til we fed up, that's hard

Smooth sailing

I got the ladies singing

Hell I even got my momma singing

She singing, yeah

Big Sco' singing

My big bro singing

You know you got me moving

I know you feel my music

I show my G influence

All I do is spit fluid

I'm rolling, dipping, smashing

I'm throwing young assassins

I'm growing up real fast

And all I know is flow and rapping

They call me Young Roscoe, the Philly Phanatik

Silly sporatic, dipping in traffic, gripping the 'matic

Sharp as a guillotine, still a teen

The California sun just beaming, as I lean

Pull out my cigarettes, fiending for nicotine

Straight off the Philly scene, made for the silver screen

In a Beamer, foot on the gasoline

Tell me I ain't the flyest emcee you seen

And it's all smooth sailing

I got the homies singing

Hell I even got my poppa singing

He singing, yeah

I got the world singing

I got your girl singing

Y-A, high, blaze

Step to us you get five fades

I got four homies, ain't none of 'em civil

Sco' dizzle known to make the microphone sizzle

So many women after the Mac

I'ma just pick one, smash in my momma's 'llac

Accurate, immaculate bachelor, cake smasher

Def Jef, let me borrow the keys to Wreckmasters

Young and I'm buckwild, labeled as a luck child

Running amok while laying hella cuts down

I get the club shut down with this thug style

I puff clouds and touch crowds, what now?

Sick rhymes, strychnine running through my bloodline

Pedal to the metal with one-time behind

My head spinning like a windmill

Rolling down the 101 counting dead bugs on my windshield

Smooth sailing

I got the people singing

Hell I even got my sister singing

She singing, yeah

Big Sco' singing

My big bro singing