I¡¯m rappin like be one day, on that track with Gunplay
|
Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
|
Beef is on my entree, Jim & Juice, that¡¯s Bombay
|
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way
|
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
|
My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway
|
Come be my fiancee, she fuck me in a Hondey
|
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
|
Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K
|
Hoopty ass bitch, made me wait to fuck for 2 days
|
Finally got the toobey, swear to God my mood changed
|
Top off like toupees, drive off, touche
|
Yea my mouth is full of gold and I¡¯m a city boy
|
And my outfit was in Vogue, I¡¯m a pretty boy
|
Bounce what? Flocka tell em holla at a nigga G
|
Riding on Miami mix, here¡¯s my ghetto symphony
|
|
Rippin, with me, my mama as a witness
|
Bitches knickin and lockin up my swishas
|
Once you blow my whistle, she know it¡¯s the swistles
|
Spread the news, I¡¯m official, now hop out my foreign vessel
|
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war ready
|
Already tested, tears and blood invested
|
Til my cardiac¡¯s arrested and my 40 ounces empty
|
Show me what you owe me and appoint a house with that
|
Black magic on the ties, only I
|
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile
|
One, police on me, still torn
|
And my chain and my stony dow cheerful
|
Pain, in its purest form
|
Don¡¯t complain, I came to reign
|
From here forth, still lord
|
So the crib got cleared for us
|
Burning planes in my airforce
|
And all I can see is clear porch
|
|
Since Rocky spit like Andre I¡¯m gon kill it like Big Boi
|
These rappers is on my entree,
|
You don¡¯t like cookies, chips your heart
|
Eatin joy when I get annoyed, no cover niggas that I kill for joy
|
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
|
Money get style, my lil fishin boy
|
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
|
Like codein mixed with a Roy
|
Smoke what make a nigga trip collide
|
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
|
Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart
|
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
|
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
|
Guess that¡¯s when a girl sip the white
|
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
|
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
|
My show get cold, all my niggas died
|
So and so, niggas live and die
|
Beneath choose souls you will reside
|
Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life
|
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
|
How many time your eyes and a nigga died?
|
Never!
|
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga
|
|
-----------------
|
Ghetto Symphony
|
Asap Rocky |