Schoolboy Q - International Q lyrics

Yeah, you know it's Mr international Q, man
ScHoolboy on front of that, yeah, Top Dawg
Uh, uh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
You know I go there, man
Q, GED, yo, uh, look, uh, uh, uh

Well, you know I like to drop, drop
Keep them lyrics comin' cause I'm
Harder than the gravel
The proper vision, steady countin'
Splittin' division
Uh huh, best rapper alive out the squad
Make decision i hope you're listenin'
Where y'all ball? Play my position
Uh, always cookin' somethin' like
I'm a kitchen and I ain't bitchin'
We just flyin' takin' trips to a land
And I think it's called France, here we go
Here I am bonjour, well, I guess I'm on tour
Shit, I don't what to say
Can I order soufflé?
Ha ha, out the next day
Paris to Tokyo like Lupe
As soon as we land, the zoo shake
Now to Hong Kong
Need a cookie with a fortune
The way it's, I don't think they do abortions
Walkin' through the mall
Every store look like it's no gang violence
No funerals or coffins and it's cool
Performin' in Germany for a school
Gangbangin' for real when niggas
Show me the two
Chillin' in rider, we smokin', the bought it
Talkin' 'bout Afghan
I ain't fuckin' with Laden
Nigga, please, did a show in Vietnamese
Once an Australian endin' up in Belize
Everywhere else who went shit
They wouldn't accept felons
Got on a cruise, same while we all sellin'

Go on, yo, uh, uh, yeah, where we at?
Uh, uh, where we at?
Yeah, Q, you know, I can switch it up too
Man

Now we at the dock and I'm fresh off some ass
Waitin' on the Rock who try
Out from gym class chillin' in the suite
Then we write to a beat
Then we dap because the deal
Be hittin' the streets
Miami Beach we we headed, 305, with Trick
Then we stop at Wayne's
Curly fries and chips
Back to the top of the West, yep
In the middle
State of Illinois, goin' hard like armadillo
Post up, big chillin' when I'm out in Texas
Never seen so many fresh
Cars drivin' reckless
Seen a little nigga rockin'
Hoover on his necklace
Crips and Bloods too, ah, shit, I better exit
Up to the North, I'm chillin' out in Seattle
Yeah, man
A lot of emcees here want to battle
Damn, shit is not important
A couple hours to Portland
Now back home, I'm happy to be alone
51st block, I'm posted up where it's hot
Damn, I almost forgot about the cop
Fuck, damn
The cops done raided all of the spots
My niggas got knocked
Distribute all the Glocks
Back to the crib, I'm bakin' my girls bread
Happy to be alive, gettin' it how I live
On the microphone, now you know I'm the man
Piss in a cup for my PO and do it again

Yeah, yeah, ha ha, uh, what? What? yeah, GED
Every dollar, Q, ScHoolboy in front of that
Top Dawg E-N T, uh, uh