Songtexte Coastin' - Cities Aviv

Yo, Like my mission was rap
Growing up they said my mission was whack
So I departed from the mischievous acts
I'm in the state of mind
Bustin' over 40s and wine
Kickin' shit that's priceless like Morris Day and the Time
'Cuz since '89, I could never stay in the box
While these niggas stood straight up and hop straight outta line
Elevated to the point that I could reach the clouds
Why you bitches wanna speak to me now?
Like you don't know me
You don't even know the half or the fourth of it
And you don't know the crooked nose of the subordinates
Or the ordinates, and bitch you don't know the coordinates
Or even the city I was borded in
Send a message to that city I'm from
Cuz since I hit 21 these niggas is done
And when i reach 22 I'm still gonna shine
By the time i'm 25 yeah the world is mine

And I'm Coastin'
Yup, I'm Coastin'
All night and I'm Coastin'
Yup I'm Coastin'

Don't call it a comeback
Just call it a grant entrance back
For the first time like I'm ATL trippin'
ATL slippin', save that red carpet for them vain niggas tryna'
Make places for them pictures, chasin' only figures
Did he just say that?
I go to nine seven like did he just play that?
Yes, I'm an asshole and that's a fact
But I kick up more spit than you bastard cats
You got a mic? Nigga, pass it back
I don't fuck with lames. I'm in the street like I don't fuck with planes
Everybody tryna' move in an alternate lane, but at the end of the day they sound the same
Well, hell, every man for his own man
Well all these years I could never really understand
If niggas really tryna' move up in the game
Why they still runnin' in place doin' the running man?

Coastin'
Yup, I'm Coastin'
Coastin'
All night and I'm Coastin'

Sweet dreams to the game
Fuck the money and fame
If I'm not ready for the mic
(Three halves for them five mics,?)
Since I put the mic down on that rock shit
They wanna place me with these other niggas wearin' rock smith
And that's cool, but you dudes look ignorant
Refer to the pages, we not even on the same script
Don't compare me to any MC you see on TV, because the way that my motherfuckin' clothes fit
Call me the tiger I gain the blood in every song
But I find it kinda hard to call Memphis home
If everybody here wanna be Wayne a three six, then I guess I don't fit within the ozone
These niggas lukewarm stop tryna' sound hot
I'm not the best, but I'm comin' for the next spot
The game ain't ready when I blow on the mic
You won't duck dodge LeBron, you'll just screw up the whole dumb cycle

I'm Coastin'
Yup I'm Coastin'
Check me out, I'm Coastin
All night and I'm Coastin'
Coastin'