Obama

[Intro| Unknown & Chief Keef]
(Fuck you think you, eh...?) Fuck you lookin at, eh?
Why don't you leave, what you think I'm motherfucking crazy, eh? The fuck?!
You know what I'm sayin'? Sosa's on the motherfuckin' beat now! (Fuck, get some music man)
(Y'know what I'm sayin'?) Fucking with the fuckin' I8
Driving through the fucking streets (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Just tryna carry my fucking shit down the motherfuckin' ship! You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
Don't be fucking callin' your homeboys
I'm just one fucking gangster against all you motherfuckers! Come on! The fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'?
T up motherfucker! Step the—, your fucking game up, shit!
(Bang, bang, bang-bang)

[Chorus| Chief Keef]
Sosa, since you got this money, you disappear (Bang)
That's how you feel (Bang, bang)
In the motherfuckin' hood, it ain't how you steal, it's how you kill (Bang, bang)
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live (Bang, bang)
And I'm on some big shit (Shit), it ain't what you was, it's how you is (Bang, bang)
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears (Bang, bang)
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya "Hide ya kids"
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy (Bang, bang)
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up (Wow, skrrt), and he said "Really?" (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1| Chief Keef]
On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm riding stock paint, and my shit still look like candy
All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny
Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you used to swimming
That mean you never jumped off the porch, no types of sports
I got my own shit (Own shit), I don't need no type of source
Me and guap (Guap), we be kicking it in all types of sorts
Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts
Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
Bump me my motherfuckin' pistol, knock you off the court
(Bang, bang, bang-bang, bang)

[Chorus| Chief Keef]
Sosa, since you got this money, you disappear
That's how you feel
In the motherfuckin' hood, ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya, "Hide ya kids"
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy (Bang)
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up (Wow, skrrt) and he said "really?" (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2| Chief Keef]
On some country shit, I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk, what the fuck they trying find?
When they pull me over, they say I smell like a pound
I say "I'm always going up, I'm never Glo'ing down"
Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk
Pull up on ya block, what's in my gun? Make ya run
This balling shit be fun, but shooting pistols funner
I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger
And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot
"Sosa you can't have this snub in the club", I ain't retarded
I do everything without giving fucks, I nonchalant it
"Sosa, what the goals you want in life? I want the money"
"Sosa, what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions"
"Sosa, what type of chips you like? I want the Funyuns"
I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around
Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it (Bang, bang)

[Chorus| Chief Keef]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That's how you feel
In the motherfuckin' hood, it ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya "Hide ya kids"
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy (Woo)
Hit Obama (Wow, skrrt), told him I'ma pick him up and he said "really?"

[Outro]
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