Telegraph - Caleborate

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Vibe

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Ten toes down, nigga

Ego on the ground, nigga

Tell them fuck niggas quit that bitching right now

I know you love the sound, it sound like the town

Riding down Telly, smoke’s touching the clouds

I’m pitching on the mound, I’m serving on you clowns

I push my girl whip, something foreign swinging 'round

I know these niggas ain’t down, know these hoes don’t really love me

Know that money ain’t real, it just affect how they judge me

See I’m a one of one dude, my granny’d probably cut you

I was playing hold, my big homies playing crush groups

I know who I am, I told myself, «Dawg, trust you»

I know what I am, about a check like one two

Or better yet Nike, I do this shit for my young dudes

I just run and gun in the West, yeah, like the Suns do

Take advice but still do my shit or they’ll try to son you

All y’all hating on the young nigga get a fuck you

And all y’all hatin' on these girls fucking get a fuck you too

Let a nigga live, I’m just tryna find comfortable

Excuse the expletives, I got a lot to give

But get up out my way if you ain’t tryna get rich, uh