[Verse 1]
Smith and Peppers snow goggles for boulevard models
Jetter with the ski rack, kickinâ full throttle
Space mountain spliff, pull keep a lift
Time and space rip so we movinâ kinda diff
Slick like the first Jheri curl, juice drippinâ
Pop standinâ over grit pots in the kitchen, listen
Eat âem all so they stick to your ribs
My grandfather said, so I did (I did, I didâ¦)
I heard the other kids laughinâ and playinâ
Indian style, I sat stayinâ, listeninâ, refraininâ from actinâ my age
Back in the day I just had a way
But thereâs still things you had to say
To the peoples around the way (way, wayâ¦)
It keeps givin, the gift of gab
Apartments, homes, lofts, pads
Hoppinâ around town to hide the tears of a clown
Too busy to entertain over mine with the frown
See a wretched clutch I was grindinâ them down
First gear on a steep hill, shiftinâ them now
Word to Malloricia, my ninth grade fever
9-1-1 beepers and payphone receivers
I scribe flows at my leisure
Lifeâs a bitch, Iâm in a beach, Ibiza
They make a mess of you if you donât keep a schedule
Brunch and a lie be then hit the film festival
You probly think Iâm thinkinâ less of you
Only what, when and where, but never who
Theyâll make a mess of you if you donât keep a schedule
Hard time makinâ better blues
Cash cream and the cheddar rules, nothinâ change
But the gas price, few bucket change
[Hook]
Said my team move round, my team move round
My team move round, said what trip [?] pulls down
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my team move round, my team move round
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
Said my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-, my te-
[Verse 2]
Donât be needy, donât be greedy
Get it how you live and live to give it, believe me
I could talk about it freely, [?] beneath me
Keep goinâ stayinâ alive like the Beegees
What you see is what you get
They respect a brother on his grind with legends catchinâ that wreck
Beach house, beautiful babes connect
Bollywood banginâ they bodies is soakinâ wet
I donât beat around the bush, a little kush
Money on the side, barbecuing off the books
Theyâll bum rush, barricade the jooks
Steal your whole style from the flow down to the looks
Tell âem you ainât really bout it, you ainât bout it
Whisperinâ the love but the hate, you scream and shout it
I say you ainât really bout it, you ainât bout it
Talkinâ bout the struggle you ainât tryna climb up out it
Acceleratinâ to celebrations, good occasions
Presentations, slanky reservation
PYT insemination, freaky federation
Frolickinâ with fancy faces the features our beauty graces
Know my status and my crew the baddest
Spin the atlas off his axis my clip the baddest
Canât stop, frisk theyâll pat us down
Uncomparable when Iâm around, a radical of my sound
I get down, bound to go twist a pound
From the bottom underground with a mainstream sound
Bumpinâ LB ridinâ through the city
Passengers see you pretty, house of Diddy, ooh what a pity
Chivalry is dead, she shivers a bit
Monday chill, Sunday tip drill, tip her for bread
[Hook]
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- Mansa Musa [Guest Starring Masta Killa]
- Song Of The Highest Tower
- Late Winter Tales
- Jane
- Diesel
- Dominic
- Aron
- Kir
- Neo
- Miscellaneous
- Lunatic Ride
- HALO 1ST SINGLE ALBUM [38℃]
- HALO 2nd Single Album ‘Hello HALO’
- Spread Your Wings
- Angel of Death
- Compilation
- Highlights
- 99 Dubstep Essentials
- Come Join the Heard
- Come Join The Heard (Pakaderm Artists)