Hit-Boy
If I May,... then I might
Hunnycomb
Uh, one foot in the rose, you know how it goes
I'm back with my hoes, its Wynnie, uh (If I May,... If I May...)
Can you turn the beat up a little bit more?
I got one foot up on the dashboard
Press it like the back court
Going home to Portland, boy, who else you think I rap for?
Faded from the last night, wonder what that bag like
If I bring my bros, are we still family over franchise?
We been hanging less the more I'm increasing my hang time
I'm tryna be Jordan, learn to crossover with hands tied, damn right
Handles so wet, they soak 'em in bags of rice
I keep my feet planted right
I'm the only elephant in the room who's not scared of mice
Dame knows what the haters like
He gave me great advice
"You don't need to leave the city to show them what greatness like"
I stay flying, parents call the airlines for the ransom price
They can see what's underneath all this like some panty lines
Dandelions line the highway
I been in Eugene 'til Fridays, I turn the campus sideways
My teachers shocked that I can do it all like Rite-Aid
While I'm still rapping 'round these cats like a fucking Lion's mane, let's go
And I don't know what this like yet, I might get, lost
Hold me down when I'm gone
Long as I'm living, we won't be alone
Keep me on pivot, with one foot in the Rose City
Uh, one foot in the Rose, you know how it goes
I'm back with my hoes, its Wynnie
Uh, one foot in the rose, and if you don't know
Then now you know
I stay in L.O. but that place is not my home
In Forest Hills like Jermaine Cole and the Ramones
I can't align with their goals, and when I go back, might
Hand 'em a playbill just to help them get their act right
That's right, who recruited these playmakers now?
We don't play PlayStation now
Our vacation house stays vacant now
Who's debating now?
I'm stealing the rivers flow, I should go pay the Nile
I got nails to file, I gotta put in the coffin and that won't take a while
Give major pain, I'm Damon Wayans now
I gotta make a playlist now
That's the only way I'm breaking out 'less my make-up ain't taking out
You can't tell me shit 'cause I'm the one who's patient now
I took Portland's grayest cloud and turned that to my own
Bitch, who's reigning now?
Queen shit, you don't have it like mine
Your reach ain't wide enough to grab like it I am
I'm ODB with it, no Wu Tang, I could've let Steve sign me
Be LOUD's new thing when Snoop helped him find me, that's how we knew
But I chose to go with my crew, built a stu' up with a view
Made the music that might make your bitch split in two
If she's in the mood, I should get the juice
Wait, I got the juice
I made a hit and I give a bruise
Banners, I'm running through
Gum on your shoe, you're stuck
Hit-Boy produced, I must be asleep while I write this
And if you pinch me, we're fighting
This not luck, this is fate
Even the greats think I'm finna be great
If I May,... I can't let 'em wait, nah
And I don't know what this like yet, I might get, lost
Hold me down when I'm gone
Long as I'm living, we won't be alone
Keep me on pivot, with one foot in the Rose City
Uh, one foot in the Rose, you know how it goes
I'm back with my hoes, its Wynnie
Uh, one foot in the rose, and if you don't know
Then now you know, woo
