Hit-Boy - Old School Caddy ft Kid Cudi lyrics

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[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

I wish I paid more attention in school sometimes

But then again, I was thinking of beats and rhymes

Because of that, I just bought something clean for mom

And got my favorite girl giving me piece of mind

That mean brain, I always know my aim

But when you dream big, niggas say you a saint

Ain't no way that you gonna make it happen

I know my beats is crazy but I really started rapping

Back in action, it continues, I'm eating what's on the menu

Any nigga wanna see me, come meet me up at the venue

Remember to bring your skrilla cause I don't do shit for free

And if you want a track, get ready to pay a fee

And if you want to act like syndicated TV

Old ass nigga, step aside for the new surf swag nigga

My shit iller, matter of fact my shit killer

Them niggas clones, I'm getting on for being realer

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I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin

Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends

Old school Caddy or a new school Benz

Old school Caddy or a new school Benz

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

I wish I paid less attention to girls sometimes

Cause I dunno if she riding for me or the shine

And I dunno if I'm wasting my quality time

But what I know is I'm addicted to bitches that's fly

Fine linen while I'm gripping this wood in my ride

Wine sipping while I'm chilling and feeling the vibe

Why niggas wanna act like it's all a mirage

Cause if I told you I'm the shit then I wouldn't be lying

Uh, young playa with a skip school swag

But by the time I turned 20 I was popping tags

I guess I did the right thing like Spike said

A pair of Js and a dream, trying to get ahead

Now I'm on a first class trip with a first class bitch

Getting brain in my seat, I call it air head

Big things looking small from the Lear jet

I'm waiting at the finish line, you ain't there yet

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[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]

Please, won't you tell me who did it

The illest motherfucker, your friendly neighborhood menace

Promise I'll be back, it's a fact

That niggas who think that they nice ain't gonna shine

Next to me cause my aura too bright

Do the fuckers sit on top, I'm knocking niggas off

No we won't knock it off

It's the price you pay to play hardball, wit' wizard niggas

Forced my hand, now I'd love to end these niggas

But my daughter got a father who is off his fucking rocker

Known around the globe as a stoner chief rocker

Range ripper, honest little motherfucker

In the SLS stuntin like a motherfucker

I tell the moon don't fail me now

A nigga getting close to happy, I say

I tell my mom she raised a hell of a child

Four kids alone with no daddy

Real shit

[Hook x2]