So Natural - Ario

Man, I love my city

I just left, I’m back though

I just smoke the backwood

Then she break her backbone

Ouu she acting' silly

Asking what I left for

I just smack her left cheek

Hit her with the left stroke

Puffing on the Cali

Tryna make the stress go

I’ve been thinking «one day»

Ever since the get-go

Everything I did, now I gotta do it double, bitch

Fucking with the kid, you gon' get your ass in trouble, shit

Get the bag, never fumble it

I’m juggling like a hundred things

I just don’t got time for it (I just don’t got time for it)

I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)

And six broads (And like six broads, ooh)

I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)

Ooh oh oh oh

I’m praying my city love me, I’m really hungry

Made a profit off nasty flow, now that’s dirty money

Do 180 on Stoney, homie, the reaper coming

But I keep on running, so ain’t no repercussions

End of discussion, I tear down the function

I’m done with the fuck shit, I’m fucking up all the budgets

I come in and clutch it

Y’all wait, ‘cause I don’t rush it

My bait gon' catch the public

I hate if they be judging

I pray to keep abundance

I may slip-up on Monday

I pay the piper with it

Can’t say I’m not committed

I take what’s for the taking

The throne is very vacant

Not all superheroes wear a fucking cape

But if I did I bet that shit look great

Might go good with the bape

I mean just give me a break

And not too many relate to the feeling that to me is so natural

To you I bet I look like an asshole

Ayy

Get the bag, never fumble it

I’m juggling like a hundred things

I just don’t got time for it (I just don’t got time for it)

I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)

And six broads (And like six broads, ooh)

I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)

Ooh oh oh oh

I’ma lone wolf that just moves in a pack

Tryna get my money to stack taller than Shaq

Always been told just to roll with the punches

But my hunch says that I ought to attack

My whip doors need a 90 degree flip

Windows need tint so you suckas can’t see shit

The endo getting smoked in the cockpit

Till my flow a Glock, cock it right back and pop shit

Stop it

I’m changing the topic

My flow so hot like I’m bringing the tropics

Guess that’s why I got these groupies going all topless

Like it’s Cancun

Your boy so handsome

Gotta hand it to ‘em, they do what they can do

But it just ain’t lit, they blew out your candle

And it’s only hits, I’m leaving ‘em black and blue

I came with only desire, I left with all of this attitude

Get the bag, never fumble it

I’m juggling like a hundred things

I just don’t got time for it (I just don’t got time for it)

I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)

And six broads (Ooh)

I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)

Ooh oh oh oh