Swag

Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see

That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,

We call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag

The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass

The white girls call us “nigga” and we just sit back and laugh

And call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag

I am no preacher, bitch I’m a teacher

More like a thinker, dreamer, believer – pick one

A thousand albums came out last year and I ain’t get one

Cause these boys looking like man-tan

I make hits like Grand Slam

Never had a problem keeping up

These boys’ songs sound weak as fuck

I ain’t thinking ’bout easing up, I’m going hard

Till my lease is up and my time will be creeping up

It’s only right that I tell ‘em (tell ‘em)

Don’t buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling)

Thinking that they winning but really these niggas failin’

Your people and they need to feed evil to the streets who made you

Raised you on great food

My Mama didn’t raise no dummy

I’ll never let a motherfucker think for me

Tell the bitch that it’s ’bout to get ugly

’Bout to hit the game harder than some rugby

Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see

That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,

We call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag

The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass

The white girls call us “nigga” and we just sit back and laugh

And call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag

Is anybody on the next level with me?

I’m hearing niggas dissing God, y’all think it’s witty

I ain’t laughing, we don’t play in Mississippi

Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn’t tempting

Let a white cop shoot a black kid

You’ll see a few tweets, that’s it

He’ll march for a minute, that’s it

Get a new outfit and a dance like this:

Cook! Swag! (Woo!) Cook! Swag! (Woo!)

Black kid dead and ain’t nobody mad

They won’t speak the truth, these niggas been scared

Call my flow the pudding, the proof’s in there

I say the shit they say I shouldn’t, I ain’t never cared

I been everywhere, took game spit it and left it there

I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don’t leave ‘em there

I hope that you don’t give me a reason, double dare

I’m hard to scare, I’m what they fear, a black planet

Startin’ here

Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see

That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,

We call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag

The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass

The white girls call us “nigga” and we just sit back and laugh

And call it swag, swag, swag

We call it swag, swag, swag