Letra

Uh, let's go I'm a son of a gun with 16, bite the bullet My style Russian Roulette, just be careful when you pull it I had to some pull strings, I wish they was over acoustics My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint The twins is a pair, but I'm a two for one This the moon and the sun, Frank Castle and Big Pun, your punishments begun My split personality split niggas for fun The man in the mirror told me to pick a side I got a different side like a Gemini Inside lives the bridge to the other side Follow me down the rabbit hole Where I had to walk on faith just like the yellow brick Click, clicking your heels won't get you back home when I come on So bring it on, you rap divas, tell your loved ones bye like Felicia I was spittin' ether 'fore I got a visa Now I shine down on 'em like the sun in Costa Rica We glorified truth seekers, yo soy el niño de oro, Negro y Latino Here for the people, Colombiano y Africano Desde Egipcio, faraón with a golden heart, este flow es bendito, si For the gang, I go to bat (yo, where's Bruce Wayne?) You strike me out as a lame in real life The chains on the neck don't connect with the mainframe The source, the fake gon' force or refrain When I pull up, hop out, say the name on 'em (coast) Do my lil' thing, spit a flame on 'em (coast) I could give a damn 'bout the fame, nigga I'll pull a card anywhere, I'm David Blaine on 'em You think I'm the type? Nope, delete, don't type nor retweet I'm more elite than your PC, you and yours PC You never met the god MC, until now, it was all BC I'm not gonna push a P, I'm not Pusha T But I will push a tee with your face on a XXL While my team's on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil' nigga This ain't no make believe, we just make believers The only thing you and your enemies agree with The album could put an end to all of your grievances Solve world peace, lil' nigga Boy, this shit really slap on every volume like it was raised by smack In the jungle, you separate the apes from the rats In the dark place, as a Black race, we adapt Blocks hotter than a furnace, 'least it's furnished The bench where the bus stop, you might see a skirmish It's early, I'm up, you know, tryna get the worm and Then pimp Benjies quicker than the world keep turning Come on, nigga 20-22, twinny twin coming Mama had us on a full stomach Emerged out the womb, two heads better than Oneness I look like him, but y'all shit redundant We already run it, foot on your neck, just baby step God protect these clowns who showboat object 'Round niggas who flows could drown Noah's architect All due respect, we don't all respect what you do That shit weak, hope it work out too Just because you win don't mean I lose, I ain't you, nah Man, your mans light, he sleight envy Wanna bring smoke to God house, but lack chimney Coast got tatted, got 2 Cents tatted 'Bout the only things get under my skin, you can't offend me I walk in truth, my fear branched off the noose My ear drums request love from The Roots Make your whole family tree salute Nothing new under the sun, under the son of the son's son The great, great one predicted what his seed would do In 20-22, twinny twin coming Mama had us on a hold up, I did it again, but y'all shit redundant Did it again, but y'all, I am the greatest of all timers Plagued with the greatest of Alzheimer's, I hear it, then forget y'all are rhymers Your lyrics don't convince not one of us, not one of us Not even karma spinning the block for fake drama, fake niggas, fake numbers Snatch your plate from ya, see if y'all can fake hunger Better keep 'way from us, it's Coast Okay, I kick up, flip shit, huh, keep it moving Hip hop, you can't stop this type of movement I'm a storyteller, so let me get right into it About this time, I almost died over some coochie (say what?) Brown skin, it was this cutie She threw a party at her crib, told me come through but Damn it, I knew better, granted, I'm too clever But I'm from Philly, I'm ready rumble like whoever I'm on the way, something kept telling me, "Boy, you foolish" Couldn't get a lift from my nigga, so called an Uber Got dropped off, hit five stars, he was the coolest But not the cleanest, but at least he played my music Huh, huh, hop in that bitch like I was Kunta I can't lie, shit was a vibe, they playing Future I'm getting high, speakers was loud, it's Metro Boomin' But seen these guys with evil eyes, what they up to? Wait, there she go, I recognized her from her booty I walked up like, "Baby, what's up? Like, how you doing?" She turned around with the stone face, I was confused Then I realized I looked in the eyes of a Medusa Left, right, punch, kick, getting jumped, no shit Oh shit, broke ribs, still throwing both fists, don't miss Now my medulla got contusions I'm on my back, too many cats, I just see Pumas (call a doctor) It was nothing else I could do In this street fight, wishing nobody use that Haduoken Woop, woop, they started to run from boys in blue Shit, I'm not a fan of the police, but Hallelujah Moral of the story, fellas, don't be stupid Wanna meet a chick, then take her ass to the movies Back to the telly, but never give up your room key Boys and girls, thank you for tuning in, Coast
Writer(s): Leroy Gomez, Markus Alandrus Randle, John Welch, Destin Route, Taj Imaan Austin, Ras Hasaan Austin, Eric Jamal, Rioloz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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