The Rap Monument
Danny Brown, Raekwon, Meyhem Lauren, Pill, CyHi The Prynce, SL Jones, Remy Banks, Two-9, Bryant Dope, Scotty ATL, Go Dreamer, Yak Ballz, Del Harris, Renegade El Rey, Nigel Nasty, Action Bronson, Mike G, Kilo Kish, Rockie Fresh, Heems, Da$H, Alexander Spit, Flatbush Zombies, Zebra Katz, Bodega Bamz, Retch, A$Ton Matthews, Prodigy, Killer Mike, Pusha T, Vado, Young Thug, Bobby Creekwater, Nipsey Hussle, Problem, YG
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RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS COUNTRY R&B HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META Sign Up Sign in GENIUSCreateForums Rap Genius 63 Contributors 7,049 views 3 viewing The Rap Monument LYRICS Noisey Ft: Action Bronson, Alexander Spit, A$ton Matthews, Bobby Creekwater, Bodega Bamz, Bryant Dope, CeeJ, Curtis Williams, CyHi The Prynce, Danny Brown, Da$h, Del Harris, Erick Arc Elliott, FatKidsBrotha, Flatbush Zombies, GoDreamer, Heems, Jace, Killer Mike, Kilo Kish, LightSkinMac11, Meechy Darko, Meyhem Lauren, Mike G, Nigel Nasty, Nipsey Hu$$le, Pill, Problem, Prodigy, Pusha T, Raekwon, Remy Banks, Renegade El Rey, Retch, Rockie Fresh, Scotty ATL, SL Jones, Two-9, Vado, Yak Ballz, YG, Young Thug, Zebra Katz & Zombie Juice Produced By: Hudson Mohawke, Nick Hook & S-Type FacebookTwitter Embed Follow [Verse 1: Pusha T] They think that they know, something 'bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night You just took her phone number I just took her home with a- 'Nother bitch, ménage Boomerang, Strange' Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y) Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande Stay sippin' that André Spent 3 stacks, that's André That Balmain, that Phillip Lim They say i'm dressing like Kanye I'm everything that my rhymes say: Breadwinner, brand owner Play Cloths, millionaire Trendsetter, landowner Hope your bitch don't land on him Drink in his hand with the sand on him You small time, you Hyundai's You couch niggas, we stand on 'em Dope money with a band on it Half gold, we got a hand on it D-boys still ball the same Just gotta little bit of glam on it YAH! [Verse 2: Bryant Dope] I got flames for your download link I let Ja Rule when I murder ink Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think This Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain't Well packaged to distribute to the masters Plotted this since first grade classes Class is elements of a classic I've got evidence of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't take my heat Fireball flow can't bat in my league I'm the best rapper that's been slept on Stick around like gum that's been stepped on Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up? Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts I cold crush every beat that I touch My words silk and my flow is pure plush Tell HudMo Dope says "what's up?" [Verse 3: Go Dreamer] Go Dreamer's a [?], wish upon a star I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars This that spaceship, that space shit This that category 5, this that quake, bitch See I'm so funked out, like out of here Like blue lights in the basement And it's a red state, in Georgia with it Last verse, did you get it? Nah Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle Eatin' your dollar truffles, this acquirin' taste Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light In the fixture or in the background Cut all the hatin' in the background Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich? Boy stop playin', stop playin' I'm just sayin', just sayin' Now who else wanna f*ck with Hollyweird Go? [Verse 4: Retch] Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin' These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin' Out them little dresses, [?] He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own shit and I do my own stunts Young and I'm wildin', [?] try him He'll call me Retch but your bitch call me Bryan In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin' If you catch me not in 'Lo it's a problem 'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin' [?] got all this 'Lo all from rappin'? Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin' Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain [?] snitchin' These [?] cause these niggas switchin' And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous Middle finger to the feds, [?] all day Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay And my wine [?] and my shrimps sautéed And I'm chillin' in LA with [?] for the day [Verse 5: Nipsey Hussle] Ain't that a bitch? Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin' face to the Crip Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and I'm wasted as shit High off the life and she can't get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She don't know money so she callin' you rich You ain't got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the [?] 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit [?] gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch .40 cal, no concealing the shit 4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit Backlit, wood wheel when I whip Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk And then feel on my tip Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist It ain't no stoppin' shit Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6 [Verse 6: Problem] Got Mary blowing Jane We fucking high, sex on a plane Hey newscaster, we about to rain Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon Blow him up, finna explode All of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy Buy 150 Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow Let her play problem While problem tongue play with propeller (what) Keep fresh just in margielas Diamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (don't tell us nothing) Done everything, ain't shit you can sell us Money over bullshit, friction derail us (naw) [?] niggas, yeah we take it or leave it But know it's over since I was [?] You nervous like I thought you seen [?] [?] [?] I'm a boss [?] [?] [?] Cause I'm a mad man [?] Put you to sleep like the sandman Give me the throne, I'm a chairman (diamond) Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's Please be afraid but I ain't the shooter [?] Riding shotty in the chevy [?] know as a Krueger Lyrical ruler [?] You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees Boss daddy used to call the police Get it good girl, use your knees I love them brainiacs Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real) Back on my Compton shit Demonic how I demolish shit Angelic with my intuition Student of game make hoes pay tuition (huh) No dice, no pill, but I'm on a roll That one nigga that Kendrick can't control (what) Problem [Verse 7: Danny Brown] That Ambien in my ink pen Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins Y'all five days and a weekend Stay smokin' on that defense That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin' Got money like I cloned it Your bitch came through and I owned it Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin' Drop that top when I hit that butt Pimp so hard it's a full time job Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box Bitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' be Young nigga chop it up 223 Come to the D, don't hit OGs And my advice is stay low-key Bitch we great, bitch we great, fuckin' set Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we go
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Written by: Albert Johnson, Antony Griffin, Arslani Ariyan, Bryan Jones, Bryant Dope, Daniel Carrillo, Dell Harris, Jackson Ray, Matthews Aston, Morgan Ojay, Nigel Nasty, Remy Banks
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