I’m Just Saying

[Chorus]
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?

[Verse 1: Kokane]
I never met so many thirsty niggas in my life
But they on mama on the block
For the right price
Sign your life away for a little chump change
I heard Big Red Records just signed Eddie Kane
News flash, they knocking like door dash
Keep the tank on full and my foot on the gas
We living in them strange days where fake is the new real
Where the snitches get passes and cheat niggas squeal
I'm just saying, I don't understand this new shit
Where you can rat on your crew and get podcast rich
You can grab them by the pussies, become president
Cops can kill a nigga on camera and get away with it
Now, bow down to the pimp clinic
You niggas funking under false pretense and we ain't in it
Mm, fucking up a dynasty
That's like having the worst record in Lincoln Franchise history

[Chorus]
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
I'm just saying
They say pressure bus bikes
They also say lames get caught up in the hype
See me, I'll listen to what nobody say
I hit the high rolling table and the dice already made
The higher the risk, the bigger you hit
I'm just saying
The purer the weight, the more you profit
The harder you grind, the deeper it gets
The more that you gain, the more you taste
People are like crabs in a barrel
They move around like cattle
They need followers to validate their status
They need likes and views in a story to cloud chase
And they don't even care if they hella fake
I got a no tolerance for racist and fake niggas
And they can catch the same motherfucking bullet
I got the same proposition for you bitch ass haters
Plus a bunch of ways to annihilate ya

[Chorus]
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?
If the shit don't sound original, I can't feel it down, won't you say?
If you're flowing that artificial, I ain't feeling ya, won't you say?
Let's get down to business, super feminine, no time to sit back
Push it to the limit, pump the feelings, won't you say?

[Outro: Kokane]
Now y'all niggas are still out here faking the funk, po-pimping
Your game is like talking on block phones
You niggas swear you got a cracker locker
Just because you live with your hoes in a hut home
You niggas always claim to keep it so real
But you need to go somewhere with that low-budget playing ball trophy
That you really gotta top up bills
G, you just said
You should be fucking the right way
G, you just said
You should be fucking the right way
Ah, you niggas faking the funk stylish hella bunk
Artificial insinuation
Ah, deep penetration
Ah, diabolical, ectomalanical penis on penis on fleck to my G-funk bomb
You should be fucking the right way