Clint Eastwood (Remix) ft. Marvin Romero Lyrics

Quest

You know you got a face beautiful enough to be worth 2000 dollars

Ha ha ha

Yeah

Yeah

Sold out a show, I'm sociable, and plus I got a couple fans

Finishing school before fame really ain't present in the plans

Tell a label "stick it" trynna buy me with advanced

Pass the ball to my homie Quest, you fuckers do not stand a chance

Yo Jay (get 'em Quest)

Yo Jay (get 'em Quest)

Yo Jay (get 'em Quest)

Uh

You never stood a chance

Running like the Bolt man, I'm an advanced

Fellow, take a hike if I get sight

I will strike and leave you bellow, lower than hello (hello)

Play your cello for me, one time, one time

Put your hands in the air for me, one time

This a robbery, it's looking like it's lunch time

Jet line, I fly high, that's the punchline

Heads bobbing with the jello on some turbulence

Have you ever heard of this? Your nervousness

Wordsmith speaking as the words hit, you heard that?

Knock knock, knocking on your door, we bringing boom-bap!

On some MF DOOM, I need a new mask

Well often, I'm sleeping on a futon or I'm sleeping on a cloud

Hang around, hang around

This a newer chapter, more hits to the beat

Shout-out to the procrastinators walking the streets

All the new adapters, bringing up newer heat

On some Clint Eastwood shit, was never a hood kid

Was always a good kid

Raised in the city where the people with hoods live

You see me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

See me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

Next I take down politics

Game time I snack on a Twix

Got no time for class drama, I'll politely snap on a bitch

I show no love like U.S. Open, and I'm playing like Djokovic

That was out of my reach, so the strategy I will switch

Girls say that I'm a fuckboy because of my outfits

But it's cause of my personality, and that's cause of the way he thinks

Damn, now I cannot afford to fumble

More time reality knocked on my door and told me to be humble

But I don't sweat, no stress, I stand the test of past mistakes

I'm up next, no second guess, to be the best, do what it takes

Jay Jay on the scene, no time to hit the brakes

And they rate my off tops, they say that I can take the cake, yesss

You see me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood

See me 'round the neighborhood Like I'm Clint Eastwood

Clint Eastwood, like I'm Clint Eastwood