Sammy Adams - Opening Day lyrics

Yeah wizzy
The kid so undone
Let's go

Opening Day coming soon to you

Zonin out, drift off with me
I can't get the beat off of me
I puffin blunts living pompously
And if I had a million dollars, to be honest
I'd be chilling in the same place I always be
Ripping mic's cultivates my artistry
And every breath I speak is a
100 percent a part of me
They say "me rap" is like a major controversy
And I'm confused I don't know
Who I ought to be but, if you judge
Hold a grudge or look off at me
Your nose clog, peeps smell me like peppery
And I'm so sorry that my
Mouth is like the potty shit on mothafuckas
You know I came here TO PARTY!
Partake in this game
I swear to God, what I say is insane
Out my two right speakers
That's my left and right ears
You want it, dog?! I get you like a beeper!
The heater, I be the people's fuckin speaker
Cause you know you hear me and
I'm blastin out your speakers
Different words
Two words you know I am Aretha
Franklin, mouthafucka how I blow this shit
Ether

Man, I think this feel like a classic
Grab your lighters, yeah baby
And then you pass it
And yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappin
Cause fly with me, academy
You're speaking of the captain
Yeah, yeah the captain

Why am I so in the zone
Like every joint bounce off Logic Pro
Gimme more space
Five yards like they just got a hold
Penalty or encroachment like you never know
The sole pearl in the
Oyster that's forever closed
And I know how they taste
They slide down my throat
Yup, at the grill by my house
And tied to the coach
Lemon squeeze up on the side
For this guys and broads
That acknowledge that I'm in college
But somehow I'm broke
And home is nothing like it
There will never be
When dudes say that you suck but
Know they feel the breeze
When see those rainbows between they feet
And all the bullshit they
Found fake was pedigree purebred
Pure bread
But some times I find it hard to eat
From adder all and studying
Blocking my messy sleep but no voice
When your whole role is supposed to speak
Looking in the mirror I'm itching
To cop every sneak
Yeah, new hoes, like, every week
Yeah, they get to drill
The domin before they get to leave
Yup, Eighties Baby t-shirts that
They get to keep
I'm stacked full from Alex and Geoff
Thankfully and, my career cruised on cause
Every time I hand it
You know this is gon' blowin i'm like Lohan
Too much blow in my system
And I can't be Sam but now I'm Wiz man
And I stay on my grind to the finish
Finish, I feel it every bitch, every inch