Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who's that making power moves
From the black top to the boardroom
From the left coast to the right wing
I'm the fulcrum, balance everything
Elevated views, and my point of view is exclusive one
Mile high over everything, watch me touch the sun (touch the sun)
On my victory lap, yet I run the race like it's just begun
Never look back, never slow my pace, never gave a f*ck
Not a single one
Dollars making sense, every single sum
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned into platinum
Did it all to the maximum, often time by my lonesome
Blood, sweat, never shed a tear, never had the time for that emotion
Going all in, four quarters ball in
Since the margin of error is slim to none
Kept focus on the grind till perfection come
Paid the cost to be the boss, it didn't matter what price
Kept my eye upon the prize, it never left from my sights
Now its vintage grapes and ticket tapes
Concubines with a bottle shape
High speed in my own lane, cause I got land to scrape (unh)
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who is that making chess moves
Calculated thought that's how the vets do
Got business ties, got street fame
Got dollar signs attached to my name
Who is that? Mr. Groove
Who is that? Charlie Hoove
And just like Jordan in his prime, I always produce
It's game time
Puffin' Cuban sticks, taking Camus sips
VVS drips off my crucifix
Survey the field, I can see the blitz
Switch on the fly, don't concede for shit
I found my niche and expanded it
Strong arm the assist, underhanded it
Got power and respect, I demanded it
Rose up to the top, won't abandon it(nah)
So follow the script, look down and follow the drip
Look down and see my shoe prints on the yellow brick
And my fellowship, let the metal spit
To arrest your development
Movement is elegant
Swimming in the money, I'm in my element
Give a f*ck about your privilege and your prejudice
And I do this all for familia
Keep the game on lock, it is my prisoner
My prisoner
Hands on everything
Groove is the commissioner
And H must spot, that is my signature
My signature
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Mr Groove - Like What Lyrics
Mr Groove - Like What Lyrics
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Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who's that making power moves
From the black top to the boardroom
From the left coast to the right wing
I'm the fulcrum, balance everything
Elevated views, and my point of view is exclusive one
Mile high over everything, watch me touch the sun (touch the sun)
On my victory lap, yet I run the race like it's just begun
Never look back, never slow my pace, never gave a f*ck
Not a single one
Dollars making sense, every single sum
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned into platinum
Did it all to the maximum, often time by my lonesome
Blood, sweat, never shed a tear, never had the time for that emotion
Going all in, four quarters ball in
Since the margin of error is slim to none
Kept focus on the grind till perfection come
Paid the cost to be the boss, it didn't matter what price
Kept my eye upon the prize, it never left from my sights
Now its vintage grapes and ticket tapes
Concubines with a bottle shape
High speed in my own lane, cause I got land to scrape (unh)
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who is that making chess moves
Calculated thought that's how the vets do
Got business ties, got street fame
Got dollar signs attached to my name
Who is that? Mr. Groove
Who is that? Charlie Hoove
And just like Jordan in his prime, I always produce
It's game time
Puffin' Cuban sticks, taking Camus sips
VVS drips off my crucifix
Survey the field, I can see the blitz
Switch on the fly, don't concede for shit
I found my niche and expanded it
Strong arm the assist, underhanded it
Got power and respect, I demanded it
Rose up to the top, won't abandon it(nah)
So follow the script, look down and follow the drip
Look down and see my shoe prints on the yellow brick
And my fellowship, let the metal spit
To arrest your development
Movement is elegant
Swimming in the money, I'm in my element
Give a f*ck about your privilege and your prejudice
And I do this all for familia
Keep the game on lock, it is my prisoner
My prisoner
Hands on everything
Groove is the commissioner
And H must spot, that is my signature
My signature
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who's that making power moves
From the black top to the boardroom
From the left coast to the right wing
I'm the fulcrum, balance everything
Elevated views, and my point of view is exclusive one
Mile high over everything, watch me touch the sun (touch the sun)
On my victory lap, yet I run the race like it's just begun
Never look back, never slow my pace, never gave a f*ck
Not a single one
Dollars making sense, every single sum
Silver turned to gold, and gold turned into platinum
Did it all to the maximum, often time by my lonesome
Blood, sweat, never shed a tear, never had the time for that emotion
Going all in, four quarters ball in
Since the margin of error is slim to none
Kept focus on the grind till perfection come
Paid the cost to be the boss, it didn't matter what price
Kept my eye upon the prize, it never left from my sights
Now its vintage grapes and ticket tapes
Concubines with a bottle shape
High speed in my own lane, cause I got land to scrape (unh)
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Who is that making chess moves
Calculated thought that's how the vets do
Got business ties, got street fame
Got dollar signs attached to my name
Who is that? Mr. Groove
Who is that? Charlie Hoove
And just like Jordan in his prime, I always produce
It's game time
Puffin' Cuban sticks, taking Camus sips
VVS drips off my crucifix
Survey the field, I can see the blitz
Switch on the fly, don't concede for shit
I found my niche and expanded it
Strong arm the assist, underhanded it
Got power and respect, I demanded it
Rose up to the top, won't abandon it(nah)
So follow the script, look down and follow the drip
Look down and see my shoe prints on the yellow brick
And my fellowship, let the metal spit
To arrest your development
Movement is elegant
Swimming in the money, I'm in my element
Give a f*ck about your privilege and your prejudice
And I do this all for familia
Keep the game on lock, it is my prisoner
My prisoner
Hands on everything
Groove is the commissioner
And H must spot, that is my signature
My signature
Ayy, by my authority, watch this flex
Ayy, got the color wheel shining on this crest
Ayy, great Scott they dread I'm off the chain
Ayy, got a perfect play to pass the line to gain
Like what?
Top back speeding through the lanes
Like what? I stay on the gas addin' fuel to flame
Like what?
I stay in my bag, I ain't loose for change
Like what? Play the game, level up
King me I'm like what
Writer: Val LeFrere, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid