Lyrics:
to the top against odds
Cause i saw this deep within me (greatness)
So get on the floor,
Cause its the black great gatsby show
Get your party clothes
For
followed by the other, Ferragamo on it
Switch it up, make 'em see you coming when it's diamond studded
Never fronted, they don't really love 'em in the back
you'll know
I mean, join the party
By the way
The party is December 18
Alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause
'Cause when you know, you know
Yeah,
Soooo
Pull out an ounce and I start the party
My girl she badder than Lori Harvey
Get to the money I'm never tardy
And she black and she thick,
I
not much life in this living room
So let's make all the wallflowers bloom
Heads are gonna turn,
Folks will make a fuss,
Tonight the party's gonna
to buck fuckin wild just like a Western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain't no second guessin, I'm back, where's ya heart at?
Tonight we're toasting to my resignation
No more tears in our eyes this ones a celebration
Heavy heart, Holding hands, Higher revelations
And we got
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old
Fin' ta roll to the party, still in demand
Troopin thicker than a ball team, packin the van
I was movin as a unit every brother stayin strapped
But
shiftin'[00:33.39]Now I can see the picture[00:34.91]And this shit gettin' bigger[00:36.40]I use to rock black, but now I live in color[00:39.45]And I put up with haters
into a bad day
VIP we can go and take it backstage
New whip and it got a full gas tank
Ride around in the whip with some black shades
We go hit the party
raped
A figures been through my drawers
Always read the times in between the black
Spent my summers in that country
So I consider myself a Jack
Some
the same
Shorty got expensive taste
Got her in Dolce
Shorty gotta slay
I got hella waves
We smoking by the bay
Aye, got expensive taste
Aye, let’s spend
Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
they gon' DIE in the cribbo
Uhh, black Barbie, knows how to party
Don't ride but I still cop a Harley
Don't lie - who else is hot besides me?
the Henny, drunk totin)
It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze
Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte
Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags,
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
for music and rap…
Put myself up on the map…
12-hour sessions just grinding in front of my mac…
Tell me what you know bout that…
That is the reason why
Smoking, theyre vibing in haze they're problems erased by the flower today
Thank God I'm here for these reasons
I've been grinding every season
Meditating
don't applause this mic session
Hmmm this verse is boring
Verse is boring
OK
What if I tell you I'm a lyricist
I embrace dem words on the beat
Oh, I mean
it’s nothing
Be in the Club with the weapon
The party get Lit when we step in
A 211 need another session
Dilla world is a different dimension Tweaked out
you to sit my ass in class
And come and teach me
I'm outside in MG and i'm TT
Too Turnt baby by the ocean
Smoking seaweed
Fake friends only hit me
When
sessions
The thoughts that I'm fessin
The thoughts they compressin
They end in a second
Don't need to be questioned
They end up in space and time filled
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