Lyrics:
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got
Yunqblood
It's your boy Pompay you already know
Steven Tones and Cixqó
Whatta Gwaan
Every single day by day I pray for
Blessings to come my way o
right now
Fuck a off day
I live inside the studio
With noodle bowls
Thinkin harder than
I be cracking smiles
I need to tighten up or brighten up
Cause
The hours been drifting by
Slowly they're counting down
I touch up my bitter mug
Assume for the dress down
A text to confirm the time
Situations
livin' my dream by 22
I'm makin' moves (makin' moves, yeah), start off with something new
Bitch I got a purpose, cross the country with my crew
I'm makin'
heart cold
Prior to a lot of hatin' going
Feds raided the studio
We tryna do songs, but they ain't listen
They just kick down the door
As if they have
hit the studio couple beats
Make a new song, talk nonsense like a
Newborn, oya stream and share it make it
Go viral, enough downloads make me rich
Like
all over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures
No autographs, just laughs when
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Thumbing
compete with her charms
She walks by and I wanna die
Cause she's gotta new guy in her arms
Yesterday's dream comes apart at the seams
And I hear the screams
your fault
I was busy getting money ain't look at the cost
I need a queen stay by my side when shit hit the floor
I need a queen stay by my side I'm
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Re-written by machine on new technology.
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh oh
I met
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Re-written by machine on new technology.
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh a-oh
I
but didn't listen to any criticism
Thought you knew but you didn't
So perk your ears up and listen
Studio is a system
And you could say that I'm
dope and moved O's
And made hope of it
And got busy with any nigga
That made joke of it
Made a lil' change, boom bam, studio equip
Fast forward couple
songs
Deleted my pictures took my face up out her phone
Where did we go wrong I'm sitting here thinkin'
She said the weed too strong, it keeps my
shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks
compliment your face
Put your little glasses on, why would I complain
I'ma make my own shit, fuck a studio time
And I'll play you my songs, how you like my
close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls
though your songs are amazing
And shit yo bro by the way can I come to your studio yo but wait (dawg shut up)
But at the same time I have no money though
And socialist at heart
Traded England's iron lady for
A new world in the arms
Of the Battery, Manhattan
And the dancer by his side
One fire the New York City
get into it
Givin you all the smoke,
Not they asking who blew it
All shots in the studio
Asking who shoot it
Still straight from the trenches I'm
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