Automatically - Hit-Boy

Yeah, and you should know that automatically

Yeah, and you should know that automatically

Yeah, and you should know that automatically

I just read somewhere

Niggas who live for the future never get there

So I’m schemin' in the present, eatin' chicken skewers

Wristwear gleamin'

Been that nigga since the semen, still ain’t what it seem

And I’m still shakin' my demons

From way back when I was dreamin' of takin' my region

Up early in the morning like Kathie and Regis

I wasn’t into listenin' to the faculty teachin'

I’d rather go listen to Ye on my raggedy speakers

Heed to the facts that he’s speakin'

Bless that child

Heard The College Dropout and now my test scores' down

It showed me I could advance without diplomas if I stay devoted

Send my beats to everybody and my prayers to Jehovah

My mama don’t even know this, 9th grade, I was tuckin' a knife

For all the maybes, I had it in my Jansport for extra safety

When some niggas in Colton tried to play me

Had to stay on my 1s and 2s, Tom Brady

Bangin' Eminem shit then

Go and put on Suga Free to hear some pimp shit

Them summer days, hit the mall, spit at broads

No money for Chinese food, we’ll come up with a strategy

And you should know that automatically

I’ve been on my grind for so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

I’ve been on my grind for so long

Listen to the story I tell in this song

Some people got wives and some people got groupies

Some people got lives and I just got this music

I can’t nearly lie, we are livin' in the future

Iggy rode to my party in the back of a Buick

Now she boomin', I knew she was on the right path

Damn, the minute I seen that white ass

You know that is a nice trail

So shout out to my nigga Mike L

I’m speakin' the real, I ain’t just talkin'

You know how it feels when the shit is poppin'

Like you just went and got somethin' out the auction

Niggas treat you way different when your art chartin'

Turn from a friend to a fuckin' target

I’m rarely alone but I’m lonely often

Nigga either way it go, I’m in this bitch all in

And this the mothafuckin' plug, never no stallin'

This song is for the girls in the spot, fake hair, fake butt

Hire professionals just to do her club makeup

Turn up the decibels, let’s hear it for respectable girls

Who hit up festivals, I think that I should let you know that…

Okay now put these vibes into immediate use

If you cookin' in the kitchen, sweepin' or cleanin' your room

This ain’t a meaningless tool, run it back 'bout 10 more times

While you’re eating your food

Bang it at a restaurant where they serve seasonal fruit

Shit is goin' up like I released a balloon

I used to have a bad habit of speakin' too soon

And I was caught up on lookin' for that special spot

Made a couple bad calls but I don’t ref a lot

Got no concept of a clock, I’m on hustler’s time

Had to dump the beliefs that no longer apply

I smile and go to meetings, actin' like it’s all fine

When I know I’m in the worst pub deal of all time

Dealin' through it with the prayers, RAW papers and strong wine

I know it’ll be aiight but it’s still a long ride

I’m more in tune with me than I used to be, truthfully

I’ve been on my shit so much I couldn’t make the eulogy

R.I.P.

my Grandpa Deno, my nigga Earl Hayes