Tuscan Leather

Yeah Alright Yeah Comin' off the last record I'm gettin' 20 million off the record Just to off these records Nigga, that's a record I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure Past the present when you have to mention This is nothin' for the radio But they'll still play it though 'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake That's just the way it go Heavy airplay all day with no chorus We keep it thorough, nigga Rap like this for all of my borough niggas I reached the point Where don't shit matter to me, nigga I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga I could go a hour on this beat, nigga, yeah I'm just as famous as my mentor But that's still the boss, don't get sent for Get hype on tracks And jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for 'Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more Hot temper, scary outcome Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' without one That always let they mouth run Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it Started from the bottom Now we here, nigga, we made it Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather Smelling like a brick Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit Rich enough That I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich Self explanatory You just here to spread the story, wassup Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV Young rebel, Young Money Nothin' you could tell me Paperwork takin' too long Maybe they don't understand me I'll compromise if I have to I gotta stay with the family Not even talkin' to Nicki Communication is breakin' I dropped the ball on some personal shit I need to embrace it I'm honest, I make mistakes I'd be the second to admit it Think that's why I need her in my life To check me when I'm trippin' On a mission tryna shift the culture Tell me who dissin' I got some things that'll hit the culprit Them strep throat flows Them shits to stop all of the talkin' All of the talkin' Got one reply for all of your comments Fuck what you think I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message Born a perfectionist Guess that makes me a bit obsessive That shit I heard from you lately Really relieved some pressure Like aye, B, I got your CD You get an E for effort I piece letters together And get to talkin' reckless Owl chains like credentials You know you see the necklace My life's a completed checklist I'm tired of hearin' 'Bout who you checkin' for now Just give it time We'll see who's still around a decade from now That's real How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento I just set the bar Niggas fall under it like a limbo The family all that matters I'm just out here with my kinfolk Off everything my pen wrote We went from Bundy to Winslow This for shorty up on Glengrove Who love when I catch my tempo I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie All these 90's fantasies on my mind The difference is that with mine They all come true in due time I might come through without security To check if you're fine That's just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself" You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself And if you end up needin' some extra help Then I could help You know, back on your feet and shit Tryna get my karma up Fuck the guilty and greedy shit How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? How this nigga workin' like He got a fuckin' twin though? Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me Now real nigga, wassup? Hey, yeah, hey How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? If there's hell below I'll see you when you get there Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may we would just like to close off with something A bit inspirational Hopefully, or something a bit relevant As to us all are having the same fears Shedding similar tears And of course dying in so many years It don't mean that we can't have a good life So we'd like to just maybe close out with something For food for thought