Lyrics:
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
song,
Got you and your mom screaming 'YOU ROCK!' at your boom-box,
Moshing on your living room floor, raising two palms, and stage-diving off your
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
The war-time snap shot
The working man's jack-pot
A two dollar snack box
Sold beneath the crack spot
Olympic sponsor of the black Glock
Gold medalist in
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
It's the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest
Like Hostess, I bake MC's and oh and you
they throw my ass in a box
I could splat the first idi-ot looking for props
the phone time locked, my chrome ox makes domes hot
if I can't live then I'ma
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
loose
I saturated the streets, 'fatuated by drum beats
My heat, so-lar, warms the po-lar
Melting glaciers, I are shooting star chaser
The laser beam on my
paper, scissors
Two or three bags, floating in the Hudson River
So chill for i flash one, remix that blast, son
I let my peoples get you, but they fucked
Dear Tom, I wanted to put this out there but scrapped it so many times
Tried to remix Dear Rappers but 'cided no, first song I discovered was
I Hate
If i make it through, i'm with my crew
You know how we do, this life choose
We don't lose, we gone shoot
Ain't got no snooze, drive and boost
I'm
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
like first listen was ‘Heat’
But with the album on repeat it really grew on me
The 2 Chainz remix answered questions the comments
“Beyonce isn’t
live in the booth
I was caged but now I'm a tiger on the loose
If I had two hands on my face, would you know what time it is?
The problem is they
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
didn't, you should beat me up
‘cause that would be a new experience
What’s up?
Everybody didn’t, everybody spitting
Everybody gotta live this
Ay, you made
that got the shorties in the smash)
Take one (take two) We comin through for your crew
(Who are you?) Talkin about you man (you can't Wu)
But you
play live
Ask the people who they fly
The crew J5
We ride right into the night
Words that we write
We're calm then a settle your site
Come
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
Went home with no dough
Sportin' All Star walking to the beat
Of the Funky Four + 1
And the awesome Treacherous Three
Bump it in your Walkman
The music
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