The Heavy Song (feat. Bun B, Tre from UCB & Pusha T)

Back into go mode Back in the go go That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Come on Back into go mode Back in the go go That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Come on Meet the one and only (me), yeah homie, I'm Thelonious Blowing, pause, no trumpet I'm on (on) Faux pas never (never) and so far clever They hating on a young'un, get you X like cars XL, nah, I was on world tour And when I touch back, who you thinking they call (Wale!) Yeah, still high two-steppin' it Do it for the capital, Wale Ovechkin SB hundreds, yes, dear, I'm on that venison More or less Lindros, flyer than the rest of them Mind my intentions, they ain't nothing similar Sideways, talking out your neck like Zednik Fly shit I be on Your highness, then I might get my underground king on (what up) DC hip-hop, get my U Street on Cops actin' funny, see, they get they "Blue Streak" on DMV, we gone (back!) Back into go mode Back in the gogo That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on It's Bun Beeda, I'm PA's own PA's trillest, chilling in my PA zone (PA zone) I heard 'em try to say that PA's gone You heard wrong, motherfucker, 'cause PA's home (PA's home) And on the real, we never left like the right of way (way) Serving and swerving from dusk to first light of day (day) You got that good, player, light away (way) Don't care if we gonna ride and sip And smoke a whole night away (way) And I don't lite a J, I fire up the ass-end (end) Of the blunt, take a hit and get to passin' (sin') You wanna hit it (nope), don't even get to askin' 'Cause it's a closed circle (huh), don't try to jump your ass in You need more weight to leverage (yup) I lay you down, you ain't getting up unless you was Kevin Everett I CD like the District of Columbia flipped So I'm really hoping that none of you trip, because I'm- Back into go mode Back in the gogo That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Back into go mode Back in the go go That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Back in the go go, look at the showboat Leaves is cocoa, comin' by the boatload Chains, promo, Playcloths logo I'm Lennox out of Belly, you see me walking in slow-mo Or hopping into something with some low-pros Up and down with the roof, the top is like a yo-yo Yuugh! The makings of a mogul I'm up and down with the price, the corner's playing pogo Who fucking with the mojo, no show Without the red nose, I see the clown in you Bozos Pusha pitch it like he Nomo Striking them switch hitters, dodging popo DMV's fo sho, though, throw dough Baby, we can treat Chevy Chase like little SoHo Spend a day thumbing through Fendi hobos Reap the benefits and rewards of how I blow dough Back into go mode Back in the gogo That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Back into go mode Back in the go go That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on That fly shit I've been on Back into go mode Back in the gogo