[Verse 1] Cal Scruby Im on the interstate, top off candidate Chillin with a dinner date I aint finna date Hangin out the window, feel the wind blow Dont know where Im goin, tell you where I been though, fuck it Borrowed that Ferrari that one of my friends owned If you the end zone you never get friend zoned Hit the bar late then party for ten songs, then we head home playin Biggie, dead wrong Ready, set, go out the gate I never started late 458 red paint Im Timmy Hardaway In and out of lanes, I crossover not sober, get stopped blame it on the glaucoma, woo! Lord have mercy, Ive been hungry, theyve been thirsty, I just spend it then I get it pray to to God he reimburse me Im like [Chorus] Lord please let me stack Lord please let me shine Ive been workin overtime, Ive been on my grind Aint no way Im savin that Blow it while she shakin that Im prayin that I make it back Lord please let me stack [Verse 2] Cal Scruby I made somethin out of nothin And I aint sayin that I never had nothin, I just had no budget Wasnt like it started buzzin all a sudden, had to crawl, walk, jog before you run it, right? Happened kinda quick though it felt overnight Couple phone calls later now Im on a flight Red eyes on the red high, keep my head high, you know women lie men lie Yeah, and numbers lie too, I heard a million other rappers like you Im number three steppin over tight lou in the right mood off of three lines like a hiquo Aint no tellin what I might do, I could pull up on em like a drive thru Thank God when I slide through, just a couple Asian bitches and a white dude [Chorus] x2 Lord please let me stack Lord please let me shine Ive been workin overtime, Ive been on my grind Aint no way Im savin that Blow it while she shakin that Im prayin that I make it back Lord please let me stack
lord, scruby, please, stack, savin