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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer

Lyrics

Tsunami Surf, yeah, gang I caught the bus in the cold 'fore I ever touched a icy watch Stood on my square, now these ns want me stuck in a box Checking the rear view in the Urus, had to circle the block Cause when you make it from the bottom they gon' come for your top Yeah, when you doing you they don't like that shit I hold it down for the clique, with the tightest of grip G-malone CD playing White Lightnin' Sticks While I twist another grabba and I fire that shit, for real This make me wanna get some game from OGs, you don't know me They sleepin' on me, that's the main reason I don't sleep The times that we livin in they can get frightening Imagine seeing Tupac body on IG How they did PNB, how they did Takeoff They'll take a hundred years to prove to ns they ain't soft Big Hit sittin' in the hole as I write this Holdin' the wrist high these days is a high risk So the only thing I trust is my instincts I'm squinting through the peephole, n, I been peep All I gotta do is keep moving intently And if I go today I live through C3 and this beat And if I go today I live through C3 and this beat And if I go today Vocal cords got insurance, not Superman or invincible Family we ain't seen in decades say he don't give to you Good ol' boy system is still shittin' per usual Broadway lights Nas it's ghetto like that's the musical Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous From the bridge swirl sniff sip reds barely Caymus Her BFF so beautiful, told her I need the two of you We only getting older one day this shit'll be over Four seasons in Costa Rica, she pretty as Mona Lisa Yellin' at me on a yacht, fuckin' my inner peace up Quickly forget a diva, and you don't forget either They bite the hand that feed em, your man is lowkey competin' Be somebody you helped that got beside theyself Movin' like it's bodies under they belt Puttin' problems on you they couldn't juggle theyself That's how ya'll give it up? Do anything to feel a rush? Well go ahead then, live it up That's why the only thing I trust is my instinct Be squinting when you see me, I'm so bright and I been peeped All I gotta do is keep moving immensely If I go today I live through Knight and Destiny Sink or Swim, n Surf or Drown I stand above the surface, another purchase I know my purpose, hoppin' out in Retro Jordan 1's Six figure whips, my n, we all in one I count up a Milly, don't care if it's all in ones I take it all in hunnids, anything less, that ain't gone cut it Took over the game I'm having my way with it Fuck is they saying this shit is outrage-e-ous Ns don't even get fly as my baby is This shit is easy I go the craziest I go insane that should be my alias I can't explain it Sit back in amazement We really made it, tapping my cleats I'm roundin' the bases Stuck to the basics They be two faced it Hit is more loyal than some of these dudes I used to do tapes with They gotta face it Where do I start? They gotta set me apart Y'all make music I make art, it's straight from the heart It's straight from the soul, I'm making it known They getting exposed I live by the code, they subject to fold I get to the O's, O's, O's Surf or Drown I stand above the surface, another purchase I know my purpose, hoppin' out in Retro Jordan 1's Six figure whips, my n, we all in one I count up a Milly, don't care if it's all in ones
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Alexander Hollis, Wesaline Kerr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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