Forty5 (feat. Parris Chariz & Tommy Royale)

Hit it! Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah-ah Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Got me out feelin' tied up Comin' out my soul with the drama Aiming for the ring like the Finals See 'em try to ball with the balance I cannot believe this came in now, they don't know what's up I've been up 'til six A.M. on the Breakfast Club Power on that 105, we ain't worry Yeah, on early thirties I've been waitin' in the sideline, took the ball read I've been callin' on Jesus, I need mercy I need a piece of mind for this crazy time Lately, I've been on Jeremiah 29 I've been feelin' like Jordan Zoom, zoom, and I'm feelin' so exhausted, yeah, yeah Switch up, I'm in and out, this around Facilitating on the fly Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Yeah, all these L's gon' make me strap up I gotta walk can't do no backups The P for Pharoh you get wrapped up I'm not your man I'm a master Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off Couldn't get to P now she pissed off Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off I took the beat and it's a kickoff I just do me, I can't do scripts dawg I whip up workin' 'til my wrist log Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist dawg Ain't got a ring so they don't miss y'all The game cold, six in the morning it rain, snow I'm flame throwin', They cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin' I am not lion, the mane glowin', they know it's real I cannot ball with a lame growin', we know the field Came from the lowest land, we know the kill But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay Ayy, it's 45, ain't need a deal Yeah, big rings my God is real Oh Lord (Tommy) A mí me dicen N-45 Cuídate que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra) Chamaco ¿Dices que tú ere' calle? Pero no lo invente', si no tienes marbete ¿Quién tiene más flow que yo? ¿Quién dice "No"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh) Quién tiene el piquete y el ambian? Un angelito, pero no se le olvidó el flow (Prrr-ra) Así que síguele, sigue no pares Sigue sucio en el Lamper (Yeah) Escondi'os están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh) Yo le dije que soy bravo, ella me dice Alexander (Yah) Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance Flaco en Miami como el Peter "La Anguila" (Uh-wuh) ¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en fila Tanta' bendicione', estoy peleando la mía Sepa que to' me vino de la nada y está matando la liga Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Tommy con GAWVI El Chariz Una preguntota ¿Ustede' se creen perfecto'? Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la Primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá?, jaja Somo' "Lo' Heathens", jajajaja