Lyrics:
out
Surrounded by them cash cows, chasin bags now
So i gotta keep the strap now, nigga back down
Like mick foley with mask, get yo ass smack down
We
B-B-B-Beats by Esko
Esko!
Ayo Esko (Esko), die bitches zeggen (Zeggen) ik kan niet rappen (Yoncé)
Ben met Ellens (Ellens), wiep haar met helm
the Mary Ellen Carter rise again
All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I've had
legal
We moving so lethal thats way of the weapon
Its a war in these streets I just pray for my blessings
My boy plugged in the west he just made
sad bitch (sad bitch)
Tryna tell me where my bag is (bag is)
While being locked in his attic (attic)
He's addicted to TV and his dictator (bah)
He
again
And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope
And certain songs they get scratched into our souls
Guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the west coast
Stuck in my ways my homie he go Loko
Young boy gotta get paid late night private nights at Soho
I keep the racks in the Attic
Yeah I keep on stackin
Merwin's missing
Mommy's in the attic
I'm sorry, son, but don't go near the well
Merwin's missing
Mommy's in the attic
I'm sorry, son, but don't go
Stuck in my ways my homie he go Loko
Young boy gotta get paid late night private nights at Soho
I keep the racks in the Attic
Yeah I keep on stackin
the seven
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven
Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about
Madness
From a boy, been chased by badness (mad)
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your dad (your dad)
Back in the day when I jumped
I'm with my boys in the attic
Doing some random ass shit
I rap to forget my state of mind and shit
Tell me when you see me do you see something
eat but corn
And you will sit and curse the hour ever you was born"
"If there's a lady in that castle that will part you and I
The day I see her," Ellen
I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet
Oouu
Bitch you know I’m causin static
Bouta turna Apple watch into a Patek
And you know I stay on top like the attic
I’m addicted to this Guap like
Foley!
Unh
Heh (Okay)
Unh (Okay
Unh (Okay)
I might wake up in the morning throw my chains on
Them bitches froze as hell
I only slept in some tommy
rude boys in the stu
No way we gonna lose we the pudding and the proof
We the future for the youth speaking nothing but the truth
Cause this be the age
finger magic, got a new Patek
Looking erratic boy, sounding just like static
Feeling erratic, Kid Phang is playing in your attic
Feeling erratic, get out
Tina
And I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing
I'm
the linen sheets by red cherry crayon
Keep your shit together
And if a hand drifts past and brushes areola
You'll start to remember
Somebody's in your attic
you're kill 'em
Ok you can bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Sippin' iced teas in the E & J
Partyin', 'til your bare remain
MORGcN
Uh... 1874, last I checked. Boy, that must have been some odyssey you were on.
HERSCHEL
You have no idea.
NcRRcTOR
Like a dream
In the deepest
Them boys in the cut
They don't give a fuck
I call em they make the move
Them boys in the whip
They be with the shit
They know what the fuck we do
We
don't need no help
Riding and snitching ya know it's bad fo' yo health
Fuckin' and remming, that boy gon' get left
Guns in the attic & pills in
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