Lyrics:
Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people
rapeando en la seca y por un par de tragos.
Eso sí creían que era su enemigo como Bison,
pero de eso ya no hay, son,
soy un rap Jedi, that’s right,
en el
nor her ring on last night ooh
Nigga, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart? when she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch? when
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
Don't ask me what I'm doing
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Kicking my feet up
Rolling some big blunts
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
pressure, big drip
Rolling in money, big strips
At the table couple stacks, I'm a young rich boy with some big chips
Damn
Skipping classes cause I wanted
name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you're
tryin' get rich
Every rapper tryin' get rich
And every rapper rap about
Fuckin' somebody else bitch
Remind me why we in this shit -
And why the Grammys
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases
Hardest in the world
(Ghost)
BEEN PIMPIN SINCE PIMPIN
I GOT BENJAMINS ON BENJAMINS
THIS PROBABLY WHY I'M HATED ON BY MANY MEN
MY CIRCLE SMALL SO I AIN'T GOT MANY FRIENDS
A LOT
talk for me
Half a mill' worth of ice what it bought for me
I'm on that bubble kush man that's a rich high
I order Crist' by the case, I'm a rich guy
Know I'm stiff on a bitch and she dig it
Tryna find out why Baby ain't all in her mentions (hah)
No, she ain't get no DM from me (bitch)
This rich
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
better play their part Ooh, he burnin' up my firearm
Pack him in bags of y'all My molly, we stashin' cigars
Pop my shit like bars Keep them stolen cars
I
y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what
of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
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