Oh Well lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sage]
Lie and say I'm not dope
Swerving into potholes
Blasting XVII and
Me and Kenja eating nachos
Jean Claude Van damn
I'm that n*gga though
Eating chicken liver
Making b*tches hit the figaro
Pit my foes to listen to a n*gga
Hit the Jigga flow
1996 on b*tches, Giggle Gang sh*t is cold
Raw tip to my lips real n*gga code
Keep my sh*t on toast
Making sure all of these n*ggas know
These pie n*ggas need a dollop of the Cool Whip
First advance check, Ima buy my moms a new whip
Pretty women in my new crib and they do strip
Down to their undergarments and it's so foolish
Rob Kevin Dre Dalvin Franco & Romil
Chris April Kurb Kenja Deon who I'm cool with
Y'all thinking that's hot?
Just wait on that new sh*t
Said I couldn't flow but now I ain't got sh*t to prove b*tch

[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]
La, La, La
La, La, La, La
Na-nah, Na-nah, Nah
ASF Hoodies is what we swagging in
Traveling, plus you know
We checking extra baggage in
Crashing in hotels
Macking, bruh you so Dell
n*ggas wanna hate? What we say? sh*t
Oh Well
[Verse 2 - MiC Kurb]
Let me tell you how it is
In my lifetime
Let me tell you how I feel
When I write rhymes
Sitting back with my backpack
Strapped and attached to my heart
Other memories and timelines
Not mine, but another brother's
What the f*ck is
This, you may ask, cause I'm
Loving someone else's lover
Cause my spirit wasn't mine to begin with
Two souls cross, they
Experience a friendship
Never mentioned
That I wasn't blessed with a life
I was left with another brother's dreams
I'mma tell you what it means to be outside
Gonna be a long ride
So peep it if you haven't seen
My eternity is certainly
Certain as I exist
I cease to repeat, then another one begins
When my soul is someone else's
And I start to reminisce
They will feel it, and they'll prolly make
A song like this, you dig?
[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]

[Verse 3 - Kevin Abstract]
It seems like
The whole world hates you
Everybody wanna
Act like they made you
You can't save me
I save you
You can't watch me
This ain't pay-per-view
Is this a dream?
A Deja Vu?
Wanna come through
In a Coupe '92
Impala blue
And we gon' be bumping
Something that's new
It goes like la, da, da
La, da, da
That's all I want
Can't even front
A n*gga wanna stunt
I can't lie, dog
sh*t
Yeah, it seems
Microphone, tight jeans
And I bleed
Greatness on the track
So all them
Haters can call me wack
You can take a step back
[Hook - Kevin Abstract & Sage]