Havin Fun Songtext
von Igzotic

Yeah, uh huh
Uh, uh, okay
Niggas be lying and I be telling the truth (I′m telling the truth)

Shit, I'm going up
I′m finna go to the moon, autopilot

I dropped out of college but it's all cool
Still make more than all the doctors
Crazy coach ain't even put me in the game
I wasn′t even on the roster
It′s cool 'cause now I can kick my feet up
Sit back, smoke just like a rocker
Just dropped ′bout five bands on an ostrich leather couch
I'm sitting proper
"Zotic, why you do the niggas so bad when they played you?"


I got it from my mama
"Why you don′t ever get no rest, you always grinding?"
I'm tryna stack a comma
"Why you just pull up, black truck, windows tinted?"
′Cause I feel like Obama
Try to count me out, these niggas try to vote me out my whole life
We like going head to head, I'm fighting '
Til I die, let′s roll the dice
I′m eating just like a rat, these niggas
Ain't getting no cheese, these niggas mice

I can′t trust a soul
Always strings attached, there's something to it
We getting to it
Sometimes the motion slow but you just gotta keep it moving
Gotta keep it stomping, keep the engine running
I′m having way more chicken than some dumplings
I'm going toe to toe with the devil
I looked at his eyes and said, "Let′s run it"

Come on, nigga
I'm knowing this life shit hard but it's too late to give up now

Come on, nigga

I show nothing but love while you niggas been acting foul

Come on, nigga

We got you niggas beat by fifty, throw in the towel
Come on, my nigga, I been tryna lift you up
Whole time you pulling down


Yeah, money tall like Wendy
I′m from Texas, got boots with the spurs
If shit get slow, I make some shake
I fuck ′round, sell wings to a bird
Fuck 'round, sell the books to a nerd
Fuck ′round, sell some candy to the kids
Fuck 'round and buy out lids
And sell a cap to every nigga telling fibs
That ain′t really how you niggas live

Brodie really sitting in a cell
Back of my shirt say Palm Angels
They don't know a nigga going through hell

Been a couple days since I talked to God
Still rocking these Christian Diors
Sweep that shit under the rug, get back to hustling
This shit here like a Trojan
I got my mind intact, my heart on my sleeve
And I got this shit on the floor
I′m super rich in spirit
Ain't a nigga living that's getting to it more (No, nigga)

Niggas be lying and I be telling the truth (I′m telling the truth)
Shit, I′m going up
I'm finna go to the moon, autopilot

I dropped out of college but it′s all cool
Still make more than all the doctors
Crazy coach ain't even put me in the game
I wasn′t even on the roster
It's cool ′cause now I can kick my feet up
Sit back, smoke just like a rocker
Just dropped 'bout five bands on an ostrich leather couch
I'm sitting proper
"Zotic, why you do the niggas so bad when they played you?"

I got it from my mama
"Why you don′t ever get no rest, you always grinding?"
I′m tryna stack a comma
"Why you just pull up, black truck, windows tinted?"
'Cause I feel like Obama
Try to count me out, these niggas try to vote me out my whole life