F-ck That

Intro: Mr. Goodvibes
Yeah, Specifics good vibes Think Twice, uh huh, first time ever, are y'all ready

Verse 1: Mr. Goodvibes
Last night I went to exit to check shit
Dead on my Lexus, surprised they let me in the entrance (yeah)
To quench this, week full of stress
Let it rest on the bar tab, and the DJ's next mix
But the scene different from when I was a teen, people leaned up
DJ's spinning the same cuts, what the fuck (straight wack)
Cause buck I'm still young
But I have to think back to remember when shit was still fun
All these wanks puffing danks and these baller frauds
To let a corny hoe told who they entourage
Movie stars with they camera on (actors)
Have me almost taking hours lost, from what I saw doggy
It's like

Hook: Mr. Goodvibes
Too many DJ's playing CD's
Mixing like it's Top 10 on BET, fuck that
Give me Similac, give me Skyzee, give me Andy
Give me some Godfather B
Too many clubs dressin on the dress code, let's go
Where they don't mind when jeans hang low, fuck that
Give me Blue Dawg, lounge and Buddha, give me Kunta
Give me some summer loofa

Verse 2: Golden Boy
I show up the spot, I know what I got and go for a shot
They showoffs like holdin the rock, a wholesome rocks
A lot of em talk, if you see me at the tonic I'm top dog
For trying to get the fuck out of Dodge (gotta bounce)
Top of the pot can suck my ding ding dong
No hats can touch my tra-la-la
So wack be the sluts and hoes
Both thugs saying stuff like "hold me back"
Let's go to the clubs till the buds to roll like doves on chrome
You studying on em shows with bust whips
Chuck's team will fuck cups like fuck this
We strut when we hit the structure up bitch
Too many people on they own diggy
Couldn't pitch a low for the city in it for the dough really
Fuck that
Gimme burnt out, gimme half dead
Gimme scurve ass, broke down hip hop heads
Let's go
It's too many crooks and too many cooks
The king of New York's that didn't read too many books
Fuck that
Gimme lo-fi, gimme mo cuts
From the unknown side of what's bumpin in the trucks though

Verse 3: Mr. Goodvibes
No names are situations (why)
This occasion goodie spectating, local patriots had to stage it (no names)
Kid with his roster was soft dog he gave his all (all)
Can't even call about the aerosol went out as flawless
That's when I started this love of art just call like bomb it
Now more than ever trust this emcee wanna get up on it (here I come)
Minute but change but be happy that I stood and fought it
Enough time and money still no returns on my deposit
Some see the line and grind, some of them jump on side
Spitting with foolish pride, never seein eye to eye
And shit I and I in these troubled times choose to wise
Rapping for freedom trust my team and seekin peace of mind

Hook: Mr. Goodvibes
Too many beats sound familiar
Niggas spit live, swear they hype but I ain't feelin ya nigga
Fuck that gimme Think Twice, let me specify
Gimme me Lex Tie, gimme some velvet trench vibe
The seam seam kinda weakin em tea
Emcees need sleep or some motherfuckin trees
Fuck that, gimme Lotus, Ganghi's C
Gimme Wale, gimme some comma G

Verse 3: Golden Boy
Too many rappers act sweet where the scene is a joke
And all gased over half asses beats, fuck no
Gimme D-Shay, gimme Jay Lee, gimme Chromeo
With the flying beat, let the beat play
It's all good when you're all gone wood
In your small hood, everybody all can't ball look dog
Gimme new shit, gimme juice to sip
She always like "gimme a tip, gimme some music"