โหลดเพลง mp3 Automatically (Explicit Final Revised Audio) - Hit-Boy

Automatically (Explicit Final Revised Audio) - Hit-Boy

Written by：I. Libeau

Yea hand you should know that automatically

Yea hand you should know that automatically

Yea hand you should know that automatically

I just read somewhere
Niggas who live for the future never get there
So I'm schemin' in the present
Eatin' chicken skewers
Wristwear gleamin'
Been that n***a since the semen
Still ain't what it seem
And I'm still shakin' my demons
From way back when I was dreamin' of takin'
My region

Up early in the morning like kathie and regis
I wasn't into listenin' to the faculty teachin'

I'd rather go listening
Ye on my raggedy speakers
Heed to the facts that he's speakin'
Bless that child

Heard the college dropout
And now my test scores' down
It showed me I could advance without
Diplomas if I stay devoted
Send my beats to everybody and my prayers to jehovah
My mama don't even know this 9th grade
I was tuckin' a knife
For all the maybes

I had it in my jansport for extra safety

When some niggas in colton tried to play me
Had to stay on my 1s and 2s tom brady
Bangin' eminem sh*t then

Go and put on suga free to hear some pimp sh*t
Them summer daysh*t the mallspit at broads
No money for chinese food
We'll come up with a strategy

And you should know that automatically

Yea and you should know that automatically

Yea and you should know that automatically

Yea and you should know that automatically

I've been on my grind for so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

I've been on my grind for so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

Some people got wives and some people got groupies
Some people got lives and 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 boomin' I knew she was on the right path
D**nthe minute I seen that white ass

You know that is a nice trail

So shout out to my n***a mike l

I'm speakin' the real
I ain't just talkin'

You know how it feels when the sh*t is poppin'
Like you just went and got somethin' out the auction
Niggas treat you way different
When your art chartin'

Turn from a friend to a f**kin' target
I'm rarely alone but I'm lonely often
Nigga either way it go
I'm in this b**ch all in
And this the mothaf**kin' plug
Never no stallin'

This song is for the girls in the spot
Fake hair fake butt
Hire professionals just to do her club make up
Turn up the decibels
Let's hear it for respectable girls

Who hit up festivals
I think that I should let you know that

I've been on my grind for so long
Listen to the story I tell in this song

I've been on my grind for so long
Listen to the story I tell in this song
Okay now put these vibes into immediate use
If you cookin' in the kitchen
Sweepin' or cleanin' your room
This ain't a meaning less tool
Run it back 'bout 10 more times
While you're eating your food
Bang it at a restaurant
Where they serve seasonal fruit
Sh*t 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 lookin' for 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 and go to meetings
Actin' like it's all fine

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

Dealin' through it with the prayers
Raw papers and strong wine
I know it'll be aiight but
It's still a long ride
I'm more in tune with me than
I used to be truthfully

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

R I p my grandpa deno my n***a earl hayes