Lyrics:
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
back, I'ma need more than one" (come on)
Your last album was a weed tray, just some bullshit that we roll up on (brrah, baow, baow, baow)
You know it's
Good stuff!
Now, what can I say? You lot... you lot want to know a little story, something sort of about the time we were
making this Powerslave album
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Album: The Movement
Title: It's Like That
feat. DJ Kay Slay
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, this that brand new Rebel
?
Savor life's plump sections
Eat till you feel satisfied
How come I never take the time to dine?
It's cause I'm always in a rush to the end
Then what
If
Let me talk to you for a min yo
All black black yank hat
Chillin with the mob
Eminem Styles P and the locks
Jay Z Big L Big Interlocked
Kanye
to Detroit in Sedan De villes
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, prime time; I move your way
Budweiser Fest sound
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
real estate property
Constant passive income
While in my big studio recording album
Money streams autopilot
Vacay to Paris
Mansions for parents
Adani
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Trying to play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelps speedo
We no play follow fashion,
on the inside
Who cares?
It's about money, status and looks
Not living life by an outdated book
Stuck in this cycle, I hate it so much
Pretending I'm good, makes
keeps coming
It feels like it ain't meant me or for us (ye)
Why we always on a rush (ye)
Always on a big wave thought you were original
Thought we were
glist (what up?)
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the fuck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times
on the road, neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's, O-O-O-O-O's
Straight all across the globe, watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone
Oh, do you feel me? Facts, what I'm still on
And I still got racks, I'm a real don
And we used to bang your shit
Now you're album, it's just
and countin' hunnids, me too
You could tell by all the times we keep on winnin', we up
I could smoke a pound a day and by the night I reup
Can't imagine
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
call it practice what i preach
I should play on rush hour im super high look Japanese
I been ballin hard i feel rookie of the year
Watch out for them
where you are
You got to take that chance
The world's so big, you want it all tonight
A million ways can lead you to the light
You rush it all, the miles
Accidents happens about everyday
But that day special followed by a heat wave
Rush hour just began I ran for my life
I can't afford to miss
time to reclaim (uh uh)
All you niggas do is gossip
Pay day, big deposits
Drums, I'm going to chop it
If it's real tree, going rock it
Bb guns, I cock
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