Hit-Boy, Kid Cudi - Old School Caddy lyrics

Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S.

[Hit-Boy, Kid Cudi - Old School Caddy lyrics]

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, 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
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
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

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
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
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

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
Rage 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
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
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

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