Nappy ft. Othelle Omega The Oracle Lyrics

Yeah

1, 2, 1, 2 say what

Yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Nappy

Nappy

Yeah ay

Nappy

Yo yo

It's the motherfucking village

Act like you know us

If you don't get woke up

Like sleeping on roller coasters

Pacific northwest coaster

206 on my phone number

Stones and sticks will break my bones

But throw shade and I stay glowing

I'm like a psychic mind controller

Every time I roll up

White hairs on my Doja

Swear it looks like Yoda

It's so potent

Feel the force every time I smoke it

Got me in the moment

Everything I see is in slow motion

Moving fast can't afford to slow up

Going forward's my motive

Through setbacks losses and hold ups

Like a Ford I'm focused

You Chasing hoes in clubs

And don't fuck live life in a donut

Going in circles so dumb

I'm getting my provolone up

I got my quota, so I'm rolling over

To Scotch and soda

To cop a coat

Cause the Seattle winters getting colder

Got cold shoulders for

Snakes, rats, leeches, and vultures

Got no fucks for handing over

I'm ghost like Sammy Sosa

Uh yeah

look at their face they're frozen

It's hard to hate I know it

They ain't listen when I told them

So I had to show them

Can't deny what's been wrote

Since the child I've been golden

I feel like I'm chosen

Nappy

Nappy

Nappy

Yeah

Nappy

Nappy

Nappy head ass Nigga

Nappy

Nappy

Nappy

Yeah

Nappy

Nappy

Nappy Head ass nigga

Yeah uh

Something wicked

This way comes

Uh huh yeah

Damn right my nigga

My will be Done

OK, free-throw fadeaway

I am doing the most

In my bag like Frito lay

I'm licking fingers counting dough

If it cost to be the boss

You can hit me with a quote

I'll invest in three or four

So I can put on all my bros

Get a big ole home

Put that bitch up on the coast

Build it with no ceilings

So I can fit in all my goals

The sky is the limit

Ain't no telling where we gon' go

Everything is self phone

Nobody can tell us no

Ayy yeah

Cause I'm a Nappy headed nigga

And I'm..

Aaaaay yeah

I'm nappy headed Nigga

And I'm winning, winning

Yeah I'm winning bitch I'm winning yeah

Yeah always on the move

But I'm never in a hurry

These fools ain't got no clue

So my maneuvers still look blurry

From my point of view

My future is clear so I'm not worried

Because I'm winning yeah I'm winning

Steady chilling never Trippin yeah

I came far

Still a long way to go

As long as there's a beat in my heart

I am in control

My will be done

Can't tell me no

My mane is long

The dreads is nappy

Huh

The Eyes is red

The iris glassy

Yeah

The lips luscious

Slang is classy

Yo

That thang is big

My ankles ashy

Damn

They steady trying to steal the groove

We ain't feeling that

The culture grew out our wounds

Gotta heal from the that

Solo blues in the tunes

We just call it jazz

Souls blooming thru the music

This is more than rap

Yeah, only way to do it is to do it

I don't make excuses

Never hit the break

I stay cruising

If I want it

Then I wake up in the morning and get to it

The day I stop complaining

Is the day I stop losing

No, I'm winning bitch, I'm winning

Yeah I'm winning nigga what

Making so much love

I find it hard to give a fuck

Kool-Aid in my cup

I sip it through my gold fronts

Nappy headed Nigga

In your face and I don't front