ScHoolboy Q — Groovin

[Intro: Jay Rock, BMac the Queen] Cuff your chick Here comes another DJ Ill Will exclusive World premiere You know It's time like these is really hard for me to express myself You know if I didn't have music I don't know what I would be doing here But I'ma tell you that [Verse 1: BMac the Queen] Aye, let's take it back to them days We was drinking water with sugar, no lemonade Posted on the corner no longer being afraid Me and little cousin have visions of getting paid But he's gone, my momma told him "Get a phone And that's for a ride, you don't need to be walking home" And there goes the pride of a boy in a broken home Shot seven times and at times I feel alone Baby brother breathing, he's even the rolling stone Sis staying strong, she keeping us in control Mommy with them now but she wasn't ready to go When I see her not breathing, I'm screaming telling her "No!" I know she still waiting to see her baby girl blow 'Cause every time I'm flowing I'm feeling her in my soul And this is dedication for the two, top down while I cruise Keep it going, continue to make moves Watch me just groove [Hook: BMac the Queen] I wish I could make the pain go away So I pray let everything be okay Let's just Let's just Let's just I know we all struggle so we hustle Just remember and trust that God loves you Let's just Let's just Let's just groove [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] See I could just get off some sad shit But I rather give you the real spit See life is thick in the hood so I lost weight, cross state Riding through another town with the false rental plates Sprinkle right over the bladder like funnel cakes Feel great huh? Die with the bad brakes Hop out lookin' fly than a motherfucker Last real nigga alive, yeah I'm the motherfucker I thought I told you I'm the hottest Guaranteed to shine, left the whole game polished Turned it up some notches then send it to the doctors Basically I'm super ill, dizzying off a couple pills Huh, I put that on my mother's only son Hop out, spray the crowd, I'm the only one Hoover Crip style still eating at Mr. Chows Ride around, sit it down, still let the money pass [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Look, I started from the project, post selling rocks Now I'm the project Pope, white city We're supposed to kill for our color It's nothing but halo tips and politics So acknowledge it I smoke kush for the fuck of it See my girlfriend with the homie, nigga fuck a bitch Why? On a whole 'nother level Look, am on fire like I'm walking with the devil I'm grimey but I got my angels behind me You eyeing me, shots to your dome, sleep comedy I know the haters wanna see me in a box Coz I'm paid never slipping, boy I'm flipping with the rock Got ye, see the Jay Rock whipping in the pot Got game man, you know my nigga balling on the block Like a sinner no it don't stop You can tell the haters they can catch me on Top Dawg