Lyrics:
not no rumor
Because I'm gonna be a legend with the mic, me and Boomer
Back back back back back to back to back to back bangers
I'm calling plays in
Verse 1:
In the city where the concrete meets the sky,
Brothers by my side, ain't no need to ask why.
Like lions in the jungle, we roam these
below to keep releasing
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasing
Til it was burning he kept returning itself to the source
The hotter his
to drop bombs on the first person who had a nice suit and a watch on
I spot John, white collar worker and clean cut
Walked up to him, he's like, "What?",
please change the channel, take up the piano
or check out a little show called the sopranos
i've seen it all twice i can lend you the DVDs
just don't start
I know? (A. Legend, A. Legend)
To me, there are three things we all should do every day
Number 1 is laugh. You should laugh every day
Number 2 is
’m a hit now
Legend in my city, they gon’ take flicks now,
They gon’ study my style, they can sit down
I do wonders, and do numbers
If it ain’t by OBlue then
wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By
the pump fake
Money good, that’s number 8
Clutch time, hard in the paint (Kobe)
Purple and gold, Laker legend
(Killer, killer)
Stone cold, ain’t no question
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
to the right area
Revamp shits drippin better than any fuckin sipping done by anyone I'm going to be number one at the top of Mount Everest because I'm a ever
Central Station
The land of the red, white, and blue
He smashed every Joe, from St. John’s to Boston
Then turned left and headed out west
He took any fight
the world in his hand
In the end, the darkness lingers, an unyielding plight
As Vesmeria sleeps uneasy, haunted by the night
John remains a legend, a name
the pink palace where men made her legend
Owned by a sheik who killed thousands of gay men
I guess that's why he bought the campest hotel in LA then
There's something in the way
If he's not catching waves
At sundown
I don't know what to say
He said he'd be this way
By sundown
So you pick up your
I don't know if you're home
Sure, you know I'm all alone
Time has come, birds have sung
I can be your number one
Another bottle of wine (girl,
the load is heavy (what?)
Yall betta know dat I'm ready (yeah)
A Legend surrounded by Legends (yeah)
I am not here cuz they let me (no!)
I told a hater come
'Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it
Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer
Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number
You
President, they ran
Adams won, Tom, the VP, though, Tom did not support John's plan
In 1801, Tom became president number three
With the Louisiana Purchase,
stature
How tall or not, they were
Their difference is about a foot
But, it's just a number
Andrew Jackson, JFK and Reagan are six feet one
A little half
askin'
All three trucks pulled up
I'm try'na bring back Branson
(what up, legend?)
Bust down dancin', never been platinum
No gold plaques but I got a gold
hot
And I remember when you worked at the number spot
Once the cops caught you I skipped school
Yeah I guess the cops was cool
They let me feed you
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
with a number three would you be nice and give your number to me
[Chorus]
With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy
If I ain't have
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