Hit-Boy - Automatically lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Yeah, and ya should know that automatically

Yeah, and ya should know that automatically

Yeah, and ya should know that automatically

(Verse)

I just read sumewhere

Niggas who live fo' the future neva get there

So I'm scheming in the present, eating chicken skewers

Wristwear gleaming

Been that nigga since the semen, still ain't what it seem

And I'm still shaking my daemons

From way back when I was dreamin' of taking my region

Up early in the morning like Kathy & Regis

I wasn't into listening to the faculty teaching

I'd rather go listen to Ye on my raggedy speakers

Heed to the facts that he's speaking, bless that child

Heard The College Dropout & now my test scores' down

It showed me I could advance without diplomas if I stay devoted

Send my beats to errybody & my prayers to Jehovah

My mama don't even know this, ninth grade, I was tuckin' a knife

Fo' all the maybes, I had it in my Jansport fo' extra safety

When sum' niggas in Colton tried to play me

Had to stay on my ones & twos, Tom Brady, banging Eminem shit then

Go & put on Suga Free to hear sum' pimp shit

Them summer days, hit the mall, spit at broads

No $ fo' Chinese food, we'll come up wit a strategy

And ya should know that automatically

(Hook)

(Interlude)

I've been on my grind fo' so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

I've been on my grind fo' so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

(Verse 2)

Sum' people got wives & sum' people got groupies

Sum' people got lives & I just got this music

I can't nearly lie, we are livin' in the future

Iggy rode to my party in the back of a Buick

Now she booming, I knew she was on the right path

Damn, the minute I seen that white ass!

Uh, ya know that realness is a trail

So shout out to my nigga Mike L

I'm speaking the real, I ain't just talkin'

Ya know how it feels when the shit is poppin'

Like ya just went & got sumethin' out the auction

Niggas treat ya way different when yo art chartin'

Turn from a friend to a fuckin' target

I'm rarely alone but I'm lonely often

Nigga either way it go, I'm in this bitch all in

And this the muthafuckin' plug, neva no stallin'

This song is fo' the girls in the spot, fake hair, fake butt

Hire professionals just to do her club makeup

Turn up the decibels, let's hear it fo' respectable girls

Who hit up festivals, I think that I should let ya know that

(Interlude)

(Verse 3)

Okay now put these vibes into immediate use

If ya cookin' in the kitchen, sweeping or cleaning yo room

This ain't a meaningless tool, run it back bout ten mo' times

While you're eating yo food

Bang it at a restaurant where they serve seasonal fruit

Shit is goin' up like I released a balloon

I used to have a bad habit of speakin' too soon

And I was caught up on looking fo' that special spot

Made a couple bad calls but I don't ref a lot

Got no concept of a clock, I'm on hustler's time

Had to dump the beliefs that no longer apply

I smile & go to meetings, actin' like it's all fine

When I know I'm in the worst pub deal of all time

Dealing thru' it wit the prayers, RAW papers & strong wine

I know it'll be aiight but it's still a long ride

I'm mo' in tune wit me than I used to be, truthfully

I've been on my shit so much I couldn't make the eulogy

(Outro)

RIP my Grandpa Deno, my nigga Earl Hayes