Lyrics

What y'all think goin'? One-two, one-two Y'all listenin' to the sounds of the once divided, reunited Don't hold back, don't try to fight it If you got a cheeba joint, don't you dare light it It's like if you know, you know The people who would know, the people who listen will listen They're therapeutic, you know The people who it's meant for, they're gonna receive it and (uh, yo) It's gonna get them through whatever, you know what I'm sayin'? They stick, we move Anybody coming in too hot, then we quickly cool Off, the world is small like melodies from a Disney tune Baby demon sneaking sugar in a Rice Krispie spoon Before I had the juice, cut my tooth in an empty room Garment fabrics made from Gabardine with a vest and suit They threw me in the danger zone, I just aim for the chest and shoot Missiles out of rocket launchers explode, now the case is closed Sturdy dancing off the crime scene when no face exposed Zip tying Glad bags, your trash get the waste exposed Modern Beethoven, every note on the page composed By the man with no facial features known as Anonymous Dropping pennies down in the wishing well but the pit is bottomless Wasn't boarded and born in orphanage, my style is fatherless Couture cut from the top down to the bottom stitch I got the sauce like bread that Parmigiano sticks Youngins rockin' Sergio Tacchini suits with Lotto kicks Before a feast, I say, "bon appétit" Take a fork and slash the meat, flower petals get thrown at the feet The bricks wrapped in plastic is 40 racks a piece (uh-huh) Bro got tears tatted to his cheek, ready to spaz and whack half the street (brrr) Out in Paris, not just for Fashion Week On a rooftop with Clovers drinking natural wine, this shit taste magnifique Ocean view property, Manhattan Beach You see the status I'm reaching, I barely scratched the surface of my rapping peak (I did, I did) Drumwork Ministries, let the pastor speak (talk to 'em) Took 'em to church, yeah, I had to preach (can't look back) Every sentence in my lecture is intricate architecture Looked adversity in the eyes and I made diamonds out of pressure Stomp a bone out you, take a piece with me, I'm a collector (ah) It's a money heist, I walked in that label like The Professor Impossible, did a few times, I did, yes, I did And I walked on water, if I did, burn a bridge (hahaha) Look, ain't no other rapper who lived what I did Bitch, I'm Notorious B.I.G. with a cig', I brought it home to the crib "Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib" Brought it home to the crib You go to that other, sixth sense? Thing is, I did it a bunch of times, I didn't break through the first couple times Remember, I told you, I had this one image that I'll never forget (of?) A Roman soldier that was doing archery Like a Roman soldier, like the masked one with the helmet, just doing archery (right) And his legs were wheels, he just kept spinning like that (wow)
Writer(s): A. Maman, Demond Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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