Old School Caddy Lyrics - Hitstory - Hit-boy

(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, these niggas say you insane 

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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(Hook x2) 

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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(Hook x2) 

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 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) 

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