There You Go - SABA

I’m butter like Leopold

Look, I tell 'em to keep it low

I put all my people on

Fuck, whoever be opposed

I’m in a deeper zone than on my last one

Run all of it backwards, you punt

I chose to go for it was in the corridor

Now I’m on choruses (uh)

I can never fold

I’m 'bout my coin like the laundry tho'

I get my paper then adios

Youngin' with bars like a audy home

Saba but well known like sabido

Sober but got off a addy doe

I tell the truth on like every song

I drop a classic that’s Abbey Road

You can add 'em up

Two under my belt like I’m fat as fuck

You begging for help like you had enough

We really not into that acting tough

I’m really myself in this

I’m like a out west philanthropist

I write my songs with no cannabis

I’m in the bay bitch I’m tapping in

I coulda made what you made if I signed

I’m a independent young black men

I’m at yo head that’s a CAT scan

Not here to kick it no Jack Chan

Random shoutout to my black fans

Listening to it and yelling out pivot

I’m partially studious, partially ignorant

I’m not here for the 15 minutes

All my team is winning, Imma need a minute

Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga

Where it go?

Where it go?

Where it go?

Where it go?

(Oh)

Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga

Where they go?

Where they go?

Where they go?

Where they go?

(Oh)

They point to the lame in the yearbook and be like

There you go

There you go

There you go

There you go!

I guess it’s funny cause I’m pretty much the man now nigga every

Where I go

Where I go

Where I go

(Oh, oh)

Not to be cocky but it’s a reason they copy me

Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning

How many times must I do something completely

Out of the seemingly simple

You sceney boy, y’all done seen me

Funny thought y’all was competing

I Petey Pablo my block tho

I raise it up like it raised me

I’m talking cluckers and killers

We come from customers daily

I Barnes and noble these pages

My boy from noble he famous

Half of my boys is on papers

The other half on them stages

Yeah I’m sick as the stage IV

Take back the mixing you paid for

You should return all your beats to who made 'em

Because that was not what they made for

I take my words and I wage war

I’m the best out I can assure

I can guarantee it, I just let it be it

I just say less while they say more

I stand my ground like on a fort

Winning because I am a sore-

Loser I maneuver like commuters

The water prolly bluer in the sewer

They want you to drink it like a brewer

You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller

And ya interest, perfect attendance

Was on the bus but now I’m on the tour

Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga

Where it go?

Where it go?

Where it go?

Where it go?

(Oh)

Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga

Where they go?

Where they go?

Where they go?

Where they go?

(Oh)

They point to the lame in the year book and be like

There you go

There you go

There you go

There you go!

I guess it’s funny cause I’m pretty much the man now nigga every

Where I go

Where I go

Where I go

(Oh, oh)

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

Yeah there you go

«Remember that shit?

Aye, what up Walt?»

There you go

There you go

There you go

There you go

Aye aye yeah Pivot Pivot gang