W.Y.G.D.T.N.S. - The Alchemist, ScHoolboy Q

Ugh, yo, yo

«But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?»

Ugh

Oh, just let it rock, ugh

Tryna figure out, mayne

How you wake up and not be a fuckin' player?

Y’er’mean?

Woke up, didn’t even brush my teeth, it’s the motion, nigga

Went to the garage, said, «Eenie-miney-mo»

Opened the garage

Jumped in that bitch, started it

Put that bitch in reverse, ugh!

Forgot to close the gate and I forgot to drop the motherfuckin' top, hang on

You feel me?

Hit the freeway, I’m doin', like, 80

Nappy ass hair blowin' in the wind, chin hairs blowin' in the wind

And all of a sudden… ay Al, yo hang on

Hahaha

My nigga Alchemist slid through the AC vent

Haha, yeah

Nigga, I slid through the AC vent with the seatbelt already on

I love this nigga, man, hang on

Ayy, but when you gonna drop that new shit?

Nigga hit me up like, «'Member that shit, Alc'?»

Niggas like:

«Q!

When you gonna drop that new shit?»

Guess what, nigga?

I dropped this!

Between my life, my fame, my body, my daughter

Be happy, I’m focused

Stay on that flight like tourists

Runnin' them lights, no purist

Me and this hood here furious, oh

«But when you gonna drop that new shit?»

Come on, my nigga

You see what I’m doing here take time

Could’ve came with the same rhymes

Flipping that same bitch, whipping that same brick

Stand on that same block, ugh

Screaming them same «YAWK!"s

Get a feature from K. Dot

Put me under that same box, too talented for it

The rims, the chains, the Porsche

Credibly crippin', the first to do it

The bridge, the verse, the chorus, owh

«But when you gon' drop that new shit?»

Stop it, lil' nigga, I does this

Sensei in these studio dungeons

Two years, lost four of my cousins

Three to the bullet and one to the liquor they gave us

But tell me this weed is scented

Shout out my life for living

Sold me them lies on Christmas

Told me I live in Los Angeles

But need a green card for Latins

So-called «terrorists» attacking

And Trump could actually happen

Damn, hang on

«But Q, when you gonna drop that new shit?»

I’m done with your stupid ass, cuh

I hate your voice too

Get away from me, cuh

You ain’t even hear what the fuck I’m saying, my nigga

Niggas… Niggas been waiting something…

Been waiting for something since 2012

You niggas so stupid, I already dropped…

Get two of them thangs

(Drop that new shit)

Yeerndamean?

Niggas always talkin' bout this ol' pimping shit right here

I’m the one that they gon' let the record reflect, yeerndamean?

Motherfuckers always asking me «What's up with Q?»

Man, i don’t know whats up with that African, yeerndamean?

That’s just my partner, yeerndamean?

Shit…

Always asking me «When he gonna drop something?»

«When he gonna do another video?»

Quit asking me all that shit, God damn!

I’m doing me, let the record reflect

Right?

Yeerndamean?

Always speaking on me!

«Ohh, what’s up with that nigga?»

Don’t worry 'bout it, bitch!