Yeah
Yeah

Comin' for the peanuts and cabbage
Peace to the homie Savage
Tennishu above average
I could hold it on my own but for the team you can have it when the Rrari peel
Weon need no record deal
Listen this talk for real
We are children of the sun
Remember you was born
Moms on library books
Pops with Lena Horn
We was skateboardin' stupid high until the morn
I knew Moms would whoop that ass when I pulled up
Cherice run and tell as soon as the school bus
Turnt the corner she was on us from the very jump
They got her ass too
The words mind my own business they was so true
Stuck inside my mind like glue as I turnt on the news
The trumpet player yeah he red but mostly played he blues

The sound particular
Uh
For the extra curricular
Vehicular
Thicker meditation
Mental hesitation
No fakin'
Ain't no mistakin'
When they down boogie
Yo just be patient it's all goodie
It's all hoodie when that window come down
Not a sound
Not a clown

Night gown come around round about
A bout like heavyweight I levitate
Two system integrate
I grate the cheese on the steak
Milkshake a dolla bill on my plate
Turn a "Eat" to a "Ate"
Turn a beater to a Wraith
Turn the past due to a new pass for the splish splash
Foreign whips for the whiplash
Money man for the big cash
You a real sucka no cash
Homie you gotta dash if you with the sas
Twisted glass for the mass class
Blast the Tennishu smash

Livin' in the sky don't wanna come down
Got 'em all stuck with the Tennishu sound
I'm in my zone that's where it goes down
Git you own zone ain't no need to come around

Livin' in the sky don't wanna come down
Got 'em all stuck with the Tennishu sound
I'm in my zone that's where it goes down
Git you own zone ain't no need to come around