R.N. ft. Olukara

Pull up on scene you thought we hit the lottery
Nope, you just don’t work half as hard as me
Gotta pardon me
Foot on the peddle like I’m doing pottery (whoa)
Gotta pardon she get so excited just from the damn thought of me
Had to use ladder to climb up on top of me (why?)
'cause I’m way up
You put me to sleep, I work too hard to stay up
Ain’t nothing for free, best be ready to pay up
I’m good with the 3 but hit you with the layup
Turned gotta have it to a habit
Now I get it any way I can like an addict
Cado, in the house from the basement to the attic
Thought we did a shuffle on the carpet fabric, causing static
Systematic wreaking havoc
You can get it, you can have it
If you want it gotta grab it
I want it all, won’t half shit
Everything you do is half-ass, shit
Looking at my watch, half-past-six
«in the morning
Crack of dawning
…wipe the cold out my eyes»
Should be no surprise we them boys, we them guys
Early to rise, healthy and wise
Like Benjamin Franklin
But you be mistaken
I live in the moment, right now its amazing!
Yeah right now it’s amazing
I live in the moment and no I won’t change it
Gone pass up, then you best pipe down
'cause you’re only this young this moment right now
Right now (x 7)
Can’t teach an old dog new tricks
Young God with the new shit
You know I fly, coming thru quick
They don’t really do shit
Yeah I thought you knew? shit
Right now, right now, right now
Said she got so wet that ya boy might drown
But you know I go Vince Chase Aquaman in it
Mind so bright thoughts catch a tan in it
Yeah I swear to God like I’m on the stand with it
Got a cup of jungle juice they said they put the Xan’s in it?
Eyes heavy, hand steady
Slipped on a rock on my walk on the jetty
I won’t slip off the top, yo I’m talking already!
Shut the fuck up
I thought you said she stuck up?
Then why’d she tell me to tell Drew to pull the truck up?
Run into you boys now y’all a bunch of suck ups
Oh you think we boys now? Dapping, yelling, «what's up?!»
Man like what’s up, and, fuck, like what’s a
Young God to a non-believer
But I keep it cinematic like a double feature
And I didn’t make this song for your mom to sing along
Made it for LeBron hitting shots like BLAH
Man, I made it for them boys warming up to put it on
I’m coming up and then it’s on
Yeah up and up and then we gone
Pipe down with ya talking ass
'cause ??? might throw pipe down in ya girl
I ain’t with none that shit you was talking 'bout
You are just a little zit to the world
I’m sorta like an ocean full of Clearasil
I’m clean but your shit is so terrible
My dedication’s something martial
Don’t be a bitch nigga, don’t be Ms. Garrison
Play your part you should know where you stand
Only take off if you know where to land
Might just get lost if you go with no plan
Pain comes free, but its zen over Xan
Yeah, now I feel like the man
Feel like theres nothing that I cannot have
Feel like I need to just chill 'fore I start feeling gassed
It ain’t that serious, it’s just rap
Right Now (x 8)