Old School Caddy (Feat. Kid Cudi)

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
 I wish I paid more attention in school sometimes
 But then again, I was thinking of beats and rhymes
 Because of that, I just bought something clean for mom
 Got my favorite girl giving me piece of mind
 That mean brain, I always know my aim
 But when you dream big, niggas say you a saint
 Ain’t no way that you gonna make it happen
 I know my beats is crazy but I really started rapping
 Back in action, it continues, I’m eating what’s on the menu
 Any [bad word] wanna see me, come meet me up at the venue
 Remember to bring a skrilla cause I don’t do [bad word] for free
 And if you want a track, get ready to pay a fee
 And if you want to act like syndicated TV
 Old [bad word] [bad word]  step aside for the new surf swag [bad word]  My [bad word] iller, matter of fact my [bad word] killer
 Them niggas clones, I’m getting on for being realer

[Hook]
 I’mma get mine ’til the world don’t spin
 Cruising down the block trying to clock my ends
 Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
 Old school Caddy or a new school Benz

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
 I wish I paid less attention to girls sometimes
 Cause I dunno if she riding for me or the shine
 And I dunno if I’m wasting my quality time
 But what I know is I’m addicted to [bad word] that’s fly
 Fine linen while I’m gripping this wood in my ride
 Wine sipping while I’m chilling and feeling the vibe
 Why niggas wanna act like it’s all a mirage
 Cause if I told you I’m the [bad word] then I wouldn’t be lying
 Uh, young playa with a skip school swag
 But by the time I turned 20 I was popping tags
 I guess I did the right thing like Spice said
 pair of Js and a dream, trying to get ahead
 Now I’m on a first class trip with a first class [bad word]  Getting brain in my seat, I call it air head
 Big things looking small from the Lear jet
 I’m waiting at the finish line, you ain’t there yet

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kid Cudi]
 Please, won’t you tell me who did it
 The illest [bad word]  your friendly neighborhood menace
 Promise I’ll be back, it’s a fact
 And niggas who think that they nice ain’t gonna shine
 Next to me cause my aura too bright
 Do the [bad word] sit on top, I’m knocking niggas off
 No we won’t knock it off
 It’s the price you pay to play hardball, wit’ wizard niggas
 Forced my hand, now I’d love to end these niggas
 But my daughter got a father who is off his [bad word] rocker
 Known around the globe as a stoner chief rocker
 Range ripper, honest little [bad word]  In the SLS stuntin like a [bad word]  I tell the moon don’t fail me now
 [bad word] getting close to happy, I say
 I tell my mom she raised a hell of a child
 Four kids alone with no daddy
 Real [bad word] 
[Hook]