Kredity
Texty
Ladies and Gentlemen, gentlemen, ladies
Like that 2000-and-now Mercedes
Dippin' and dodgin' traffic, they like "The God's still at it"
But my life is hope-a-less, welcome to my haunted mansion
'Cause I pay my dues, and I slay my crews
Back then, I strapped in, I'm (ready for a brand new day!)
Somethin' you never seen, puffin' that evergreen
High off this world, it got me feelin' like another being
Feel like a martian, when I see the margin
And my money now, it's funny how, back then the kid was starvin'
You got to pardon, I was used to starvin'
My life was hard then, but now it's kinda cool, I got a new apartment
In the hills, from lyrical skills, I possess; I suggest
One consistin' of shinin', one pertainin' to rhymin'
The other is the way this brother maintain your mind-ing
Plus my label is signin', now you try to define 'em?
How about this: "The finest"
Somethin' for your arthritis, the block you rep is writers
So when you see the BDI, just try this
My dough
My gosh
My flows
My squad
You know who's in charge
Time to big up my chest
I don't want nuthin' less, but the best
You see how I rep, yep, yep!
(x2)
No more hurtin' for paper, we berserk with the paper
Just hit the bank up and I'm (ready for a brand new day!)
No more searchin' for mines, no more nickels and dimes
9th make the beat bounce while I work with the lines
Yea I'm used to the gutter, and I'm used to the Butters
Shit, I get money, word to mother
It's not a joke neither, it's not a hope neither
Ma, I don't play the Fall Guy, I'm not Colt Seavers (Shit)
I got my shit together, you got your shit together?
Well let's split this bread up and just-
'Cause I'm tired of the struggle (Yeah), I rely on the hustle
Quick shower so when I get out I just slide in a bubble
I'm just trying to show you, BDI is the bro
You know you can go to when you (ready for a brand new day!)
'Cause I'm fresh and so clean, and I'm reppin' the team
****, I'm a coach though when I approach the flow
Yo, I got this game down pat
You see that thing in the back?
Ready for a (brand new day!)
Yeah and I got 'em shook, man, yeah, Buck is from Brooklyn
Look man, I'm like a captain off the hook, man!
Tilt your shades so your eyes can see
A vision of the last breed, ****, I am he
My dough
My gosh
My flows
My squad
You know who's in charge
Time to big up my chest
I don't want nuthin' less, but the best
You see how I rep, yep, yep!
(x2)
Written by: 9th Wonder, Allen Toussaint, Buckshot
