Novelist Standing Here
[Verse: Novelist]
I'm getting dressed as I'm tryna impress
Trish McEvoy oud splashed on my neck
They discontinued it, I'm pissed
I just got a fresh trim, I'm putting on a white tee
I done slipped on some G-Star jeans
I've got a jacket from Joyrich, the collar's sharp
Looking at the mirror smiling, fam I look the part
I took it straight out the pack and slapped it on my hair
'Cause I'm an old school G, that's how they used to do it
Leave the crib, I'm happy, I just cleaned my whip
The sun's out so it's a must I'm on my classic Beemer tip
I drop the roof, hop over the side, push start
Shorty staring as I fly past 'cause I'm a hood star
I'm feeling good, blasting Bangin' on Wax
As I'm sliding down Old Kent, music to the max
I'm thinking 'bout this shorty, wondering how it's gonna go
She's from a whole other ends but I'm ready to roll
I've got some Yak in the back I ain't even cracked the
The last time I saw shorty she was looking like a snack
And I know that she's bad but I'ma play it like a Mac
And take it easy, there ain't a style that's greazier than that
I cross the bridge from the South to the Central of the city
I'ma scoop this jawn and bring her right back to where it's gritty
So she knows the deal and understands it's no front
And if she's down with the vibe, at least she's seen where I'm from
I've been enjoying the drive, I'm getting closer to her sides
I've seen a mural and some flowers, looking like somebody died
So I know it's the hood, as I'm pulling up outside
I text her that I'm here, she told me she'd be ready in five
So I hop out the ride, grab my rag and I shine
The door on the side, waiting, just biding my time
When it comes to my ride, you know I always take pride
I turned around and saw this girl, I nearly lost my mind
[Outro]
When I think about how good it feels
To be standing here...
