Castle Live Action Has Lo Remix Lyrics
Live Action (Has-Lo Remix) by Castle
I scribe classics,
Too real at cartoons and daffid live action
Hoping that when my time comes and my life flashes
I'll be satisfied. Instead of wishing I could turn time backwards
Told that I'm slappin' asses and muggin' these rappers
Kept my soul on money, tried to play kidnapper
But Franksta's position's bah-blaster
Laugh at ya', Sunday came by me, thinking myself too holly
Call me pretentious, but fuck trading war for riches
So I stop to them squares that make music
The first thing you do is look at you like you're stupid
Everybody raps, everybody makes peeps,
Yeah, that's cool, dude, but everybody ain't me
Guy hit like a hoopie with a broken AC
But you're more concerned with why (???) never chase me
Please, all that bullshit, you can bless me wid it
Go sit there and find yourself a bucket and kick it
My place in history set a stool like hieroglyphic
Meanwhile, all the rappers are blown by crickets
So what I look like worrying about these niggas
I'm more concerned about these suckers than the government
That shit off poles to give folks firearms to haggle with(?)
Two drop a power lounge in any office to chuggle with
Then they wonder why some of my cousins are thuggin' it
Ask me, uncle Sam's brain need a sluggany
This for my folk, not these fair weathers that
Ghost when life is down, but reappear when you live it up
One would chose the coots of your label with you and sip it up
They want nothing but see you again, should you spare a car
I ain't bitter, though, cheer myself up looking at twitter hoes
Yeah, them tits are cool, but what-up withem toes?
And someone DNA'ed to be a gold, bitter soul
Just chill, we finna to a bank and get this cheddar, bro
Back, back, back, back
Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics
Too real at cartoons and daffid live action
Hoping that when my time comes and my life flashes
I'll be satisfied. Instead of wishing I could turn time backwards
Told that I'm slappin' asses and muggin' these rappers
Kept my soul on money, tried to play kidnapper
But Franksta's position's bah-blaster
Laugh at ya', Sunday came by me, thinking myself too holly
Call me pretentious, but fuck trading war for riches
So I stop to them squares that make music
The first thing you do is look at you like you're stupid
Everybody raps, everybody makes peeps,
Yeah, that's cool, dude, but everybody ain't me
Guy hit like a hoopie with a broken AC
But you're more concerned with why (???) never chase me
Please, all that bullshit, you can bless me wid it
Go sit there and find yourself a bucket and kick it
My place in history set a stool like hieroglyphic
Meanwhile, all the rappers are blown by crickets
So what I look like worrying about these niggas
I'm more concerned about these suckers than the government
That shit off poles to give folks firearms to haggle with(?)
Two drop a power lounge in any office to chuggle with
Then they wonder why some of my cousins are thuggin' it
Ask me, uncle Sam's brain need a sluggany
This for my folk, not these fair weathers that
Ghost when life is down, but reappear when you live it up
One would chose the coots of your label with you and sip it up
They want nothing but see you again, should you spare a car
I ain't bitter, though, cheer myself up looking at twitter hoes
Yeah, them tits are cool, but what-up withem toes?
And someone DNA'ed to be a gold, bitter soul
Just chill, we finna to a bank and get this cheddar, bro
Back, back, back, back
Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics