Lyrics Nia Long - Shredders, Sims, P.O.S.

Nia Long

Snatch a piece and I’m never giving it back
Hold it up and keep waving it
Shoulder rubbing with aliens
Pick a poison or potion and stick with that
Knuckle up for the mania, buckle up it’s nuts
Weaving in and out of Stevens
In a mint Miata, fucked
Back seat in pajamas
Tryna find a store that’s opened up
Toss my last few dollars on the counter
Cop the stuff and rush
Find some middle 80's mom tush, full bush
Yep, soaked to the bone, full brain
Keep your shit, got my own
Own some kids 'til they own up
Some cigs 'til they smoked
Couple kicks 'til they beat
Diggin chicks if they uh…
Wake up, shit, you’re dreamin' I think
I mean you’re clearly asleep
You bout to peel the skin up clear to the meat
I’m here to defeat, it’s them or it’s me
I mean it’s me against me
I don’t think about y’all anymore
Yeah, Yeah
I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man)
Yeah, I’m kinda feelin' like the man right now (I'm kinda feelin' like the man
right now)
I’ve got to be the most raddest
Grew it all from organic
Got some green for my salad
Y’all just a bunch of GMOs
I don’t mean ya no malice
I just paint with my palette
It’s still No Kings in this palace
Let 'em know how I built my home
I wake up in the morning and big up myself
Plane now boarding, level up myself
I stay touring, ante up, what else?
What else?
What else?
I pull up in the same whip
Bumpin' my new shit
This is your brain on drugs
Everybody showin' love
Everybody showin' love
Come on stop it
I am out of mind and full of topics
Put a rhyme on any beat and rock it
Andy, he a heavy chopper
Hit 'em, leave 'em spinnin' like a helicopter
To be honest I’m a problem
Weighin' out my options, gettin' kinda heavy
Gotta pick which weight I’m watchin'
Never listen to 'em gossip column
Jockin' all the same styles
Walking in the midst of the mild I get wild
…Meanwhile
Yeah, Yeah
I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man)
Uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m kinda feelin' like the man right now (I'm kinda feelin' like the man right
now)
Uh huh, everybody showin' love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man)
Uh huh
Yeah, I’m kinda feelin' like the man (I'm kinda feelin' like the man)
Everybody showin' love
I wanna shoot some like, fuckin' fake guns but my only good gun sound is
Bup!
Bup!