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