HS87, Audio Push - Parade lyrics

I been out getting paid
I come home and the city going crazy
Hit the block and everybody wave
Showing love shit feel like a parade

God damn nigga it's a good
Day to be the realest
You're not a real nigga then
You probably won't feel it
Hit the block got that thang
Cooking hotter than a skillet
I'm loco, you're just local
My nigga it's a difference
Keep it real my nigga half
You niggas don't do shit
Only thing hotter than this is the new shit
And I ain't never stopping for you
Nigga you quit stand back give me some room
Watch me do this shit
I told you if it's poppin'
Get the shot and Ima take it
And shit will really really get
Poppin' if you're patient
And you stop being patient
And you're working while you're waiting
And you get a GP like
You ride with Gary Payton
Niggas took the best group
Put them with Hit-Boy
Now you got them young niggas
Feeling like rich boys
Hit the block on the new tip
Thousand dollar wheels
Ima show you how it feel
Touch a woman on the rear

One time, look
Now I can guarantee your favorite
Top rapper ain't topping this
The whole fucking city gon' be knocking this
I'm riding down the block with my eyes low
But, I can guarantee my
Pockets on the opposite
Now where my hustlers trying
To sell something
I'm one of them niggas you can't tell nothing
I'm from the state of
That motherfucking shell busting
But every state these niggas love
Me like Michelle husband
Cause a nigga talk that shit, walk that shit
If money was my girl, I'd stalk that bitch
Benzo hit the boulevard look like a float
Third video in history to play on Revolt
Yeah we doing our thing I need
A bitch with some frame
I need some In-N-Out burgers
I need a blimp with my name
Feels great to be on
But feels better to be home
I just hope the city rep me when I'm gon
Cause, I been

Parade (verb)
To parade means to walk or march in public
In a form of precision
Or attention seeking way
So today we will parade
Demanding your attention
We will parade and we will celebrate
The overcoming of generational curses
That were designed to make our families
Feel worthless and we will march
March allowing our feet to feel the
Heat from our beloved streets
Let it seep through every boot
As clarification that you were created to be
The truth's at your Chicken George roots
You better believe that
Even though some hung up and
Tried to ignore our calling
We will parade for our gangs
Slayed and our faults
Until the day that we fade
Heavenly Father, let us please, parade

"Ladies and gentleman"
I now introduce to you the BOW ENT drum line

If you got the heart for it come march for it