Bandwagon

Verse 1:

Round and round in a circle we go, run over wheat in a journey for dough/
Don't even reach you already let go but you hop on the ride and to see where it goes/
Fixing the holes with correct syllables, there we go back on the road with the flow/
Your girl in my bunga proceed to get low, having her singing an arpeggio/

Whoa...and look at flow… water look rough it could flip a lil boat/
Number the emcees who coming to get me cause none of them real if they talk about bentleys/
Look at my wagon I got about twenty with room in the back it's enough to hold plenty/
Side is equipped with a double space entry and powerful engine it runs off of envy/

Ride on 24 spokes a piece, all that chrome is a joke to me/
Another piece of oak in the circle we go, simply holding space connect the centerpiece/
High as the tree described in Tai Chi, the best way I can define me/
Wood so fresh from the pine tree, that sap is dripping and stuck you to my seats/

Put your hands up it won't release, call all the law bring all police/
I'm non stop going around the county fair, no hands look ma as I stand on the chair/
Up at the front with microphone hold on I might get out control/
We bout to flip so grab the pole come sing my song this is how it goes/


Hook:
Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/
Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/
Every single song I make a goddamn classic/
I shitted upon the rap game you bastard, you can have it/ x2


Verse 2:

Back in the wagon with ammo in action, specially built by the volks who be swaggin'/
Look at the back and the bodies I'm draggin' I'm counting it up like I'm Dracula adding/
Running beside by the passenger wagon, they runnin' up on me like Jonathan Madden/
Better beware if they carrying baggage, they ask for a hand but a snake I was grabbin'/

Turning away and I yanked on the wheel, safety precautions you know how it feel/
Speeding away tell your homies to chill cause we taking a right to the top of the hill/
Ready with Jack and we finna get ill, gathering groupies he pointed to Jill/
Flexin' my best goin' harder than steel when she hopped on the ride she was feelin' the deal/

Climbing and climbing we movin' on up, could have stopped here but it wasn't enough/
Look at the haters they back on the bus, patiently waiting my axle to bust/
Leaving the skeptics behind in the dust, skippin' thru gears like I'm missing a clutch/
Conversation I'm the one they discuss, listener trap like their hands have been cuffed!/

Adding more bodies on top of the piles, reaching the top in a couple of miles/
Passing the clouds, never look down, passenger faces are covered in smiles/
Better hold on cause the axle just broke, so much momentum and downward it flows/
Into the hole, Geronimo! Sing my song this is how it goes/

Hook:
Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/
Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/
Every single song I make a goddamn classic/
I shitted upon the rap game you bastard, you can have it/ x2

Outro:
Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/
Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/
Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/
Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/ x 2