Lyrics Telegraph - Caleborate

Telegraph

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Vibe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ten toes down, nigga
Ego on the ground, nigga
Tell them fuck niggas quit that bitching right now
I know you love the sound, it sound like the town
Riding down Telly, smoke’s touching the clouds
I’m pitching on the mound, I’m serving on you clowns
I push my girl whip, something foreign swinging 'round
I know these niggas ain’t down, know these hoes don’t really love me
Know that money ain’t real, it just affect how they judge me
See I’m a one of one dude, my granny’d probably cut you
I was playing hold, my big homies playing crush groups
I know who I am, I told myself, «Dawg, trust you»
I know what I am, about a check like one two
Or better yet Nike, I do this shit for my young dudes
I just run and gun in the West, yeah, like the Suns do
Take advice but still do my shit or they’ll try to son you
All y’all hating on the young nigga get a fuck you
And all y’all hatin' on these girls fucking get a fuck you too
Let a nigga live, I’m just tryna find comfortable
Excuse the expletives, I got a lot to give
But get up out my way if you ain’t tryna get rich, uh