Lyrics:
why we on the covers
Floor by the buzzers
Stars wanna cuff us (hah)
Grind and make sure your cash the strongest
But it's still 'bout who last
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
They turn it up once they heard I'm back
Producing tracks with my dad for me and my friends to blast
We get down to the progress made when I blaze
burn civilization
We infinite like NY
Kitchen cockroach infestation
Avalanched over your safety dance coma
Stare-adactyl
I lay the boogie deep beneath
Outside, I'm waiting
By the car when you're hesitating
Take a good look
Take a photo
Write about it in your tiny notebook
Don't you know?
You're
apocalypse
Jaws drop in awe
When I’m brandishing the mic
Start panicking if challenging
I’m damaging the site
Beyond average
I’ll burn you like the cabbage
time enjoy the show
We can't never let sht go
Just thought that I should let you know
When I'm on
You can catch me on the TV
Rockin on all my VVs
From
about you and the things we do, we do, we do
LA finna fuck it up
Yeah you know Inglewood finna fuck it up
When this shit drop we gone fuck it up
2021 we
[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)
Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by
As we proceed
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back to the days and the times of old
Welcome back to the classic stories
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
All my niggas 100
10 x 10 what's that 100
Stay charged up but I'm passed 100 (Ayo who that is)
Duck no smoke back to back we coming (2 Fast)
10 x 5
bastards that's gon leach
Thanking God jus for the strength to see when niggas ain't for me
Cause that shit sting you like a bee when I start shitting
dance, it's to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me
dance, it's to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me
cold heart safe
And try to force a smile
We don't know if this is our last day
So we will just laugh
Dont lie
And dance the night away
Acting like
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
gone maybe I'll be remembered
For doing something special with myself
That's why I don't think that we should talk man
'Cause when your with me it
a classic
Emcees! Now we like, like this!
Now we, we like, like this, this!
Th-th-that!
Th-th-that!
Th-th-that-th-that-th-that, this!
Emcees! Now we like,
Daddy, oh daddy
Papi, oh papi
I need to dance
'Cause she shakin' it for daddy (yeah)
She shakin' it for me (yeah)
She shakin' it for daddy
On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await
And clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays
my song
We've been listenin' to the radio all night long
I can't believe it came back on, but here it is
She was like, come here boy, I wanna dance
God, this is my song
We've been listenin' to the radio all night long
I can't believe that it came back on, but here it is"
She was like, "Come here boy,
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