"Signs (Freestyle)" lyrics
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
If I didn't let that bottle beat me
How the hell the odds gon' beat me?
I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this
So what, we predicted this (Okay)
I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)
So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)
May the best man win
The race we in, I'm like I'll race you, lap you, pass yo crib
Come back and chase you in at night
You would rather go to war with Corleone
Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans
My wifey cryin'
My wifey chose to roll with me
Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous
She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane
But a little more nosey
I wonder how bitter that I would have been
If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me
I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"
With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in
Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's pen
Or if you really support me
I promise to spit the craziest flows
Til' the day the aliens show
Up til' this bitch to deport me
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
Uh, never nearin' completion
My only fear is my beloved fear of the overthinkin'
With me seriously thinkin'
That I could seriously be scared of anything is just me seriously overthinking it
I'm so focused, I'm borderline bored of blinking
I'm more than a mortal mind can absorb
I'm alive with more than just sky
My alarm sounds in orbit to remind me there's a line at the door
Then my soul needs to be lowered down just to tour
And I'm sober so in order to perform
I prolly gotta slow the flow down even more
While I scroll through the Quran or the Torah
The Bible while I try to decide am I more ahead of my time or before
And I don't know, I just know where I'm headed toward
And that's into checks in the commas' direction
Collectin' as many dollars, disrespectin' this Ebonics so get me
Dodging' that drama til' karma finally decides to forget me
Hopin' nobody will try to upset me
Or catch me with my cash low
I'm hittin' every platform
I'm touchin' everything except my plateau
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real, nigga, and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
If I didn't let that bottle beat me
How the hell the odds gon' beat me?
I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this
So what, we predicted this (Okay)
I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)
So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)
May the best man win
The race we in, I'm like I'll race you, lap you, pass yo crib
Come back and chase you in at night
You would rather go to war with Corleone
Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans
My wifey cryin'
My wifey chose to roll with me
Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous
She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane
But a little more nosey
I wonder how bitter that I would have been
If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me
I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"
With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in
Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's pen
Or if you really support me
I promise to spit the craziest flows
Til' the day the aliens show
Up til' this bitch to deport me
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
Uh, never nearin' completion
My only fear is my beloved fear of the overthinkin'
With me seriously thinkin'
That I could seriously be scared of anything is just me seriously overthinking it
I'm so focused, I'm borderline bored of blinking
I'm more than a mortal mind can absorb
I'm alive with more than just sky
My alarm sounds in orbit to remind me there's a line at the door
Then my soul needs to be lowered down just to tour
And I'm sober so in order to perform
I prolly gotta slow the flow down even more
While I scroll through the Quran or the Torah
The Bible while I try to decide am I more ahead of my time or before
And I don't know, I just know where I'm headed toward
And that's into checks in the commas' direction
Collectin' as many dollars, disrespectin' this Ebonics so get me
Dodging' that drama til' karma finally decides to forget me
Hopin' nobody will try to upset me
Or catch me with my cash low
I'm hittin' every platform
I'm touchin' everything except my plateau
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
I ain't slowin' up
New money, new money
Old friends get the fuck on
If you for real, nigga, and you fuck with me (Me)
This is our song (Okay)
Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)
Dollar at a time (Yes)
Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)
Followin' the signs (Hey)
Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)
Followin' this heart (Heart)
Followin this gut (Yes)
But I don't see no signs (Of what?)
Signs of slowin' up
