[Bridge: Kent] So big you are, shining like the star With your head in the clouds, somebody shoot you down Hands on the ground, back against the wall Tell me who you'd call when no one else around
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] The future will be televised, haters getting genocide 23 and 43, I'm talking my Margiela size My niggas is hella fly, you over accessorize Dead Alive, it’s in my repertoire, forever ever high I never lie, never tell a lie, I would testify Set aside dreams, I’m a king ask Coretta Scott Cute faced, fat ass, and a nice set of thighs Rihanna weave, I need a umbrella, ella, ella, ah
[Verse 2: Kent] Everybody knows me, shit, still ain’t got no cash Bitch, hit that flash quick, post my bad habits Fuck you and your Instagram, match a gram Royal blue foams, getting head in the red Lambo Media take me out, TMZ all in the VIP Bitch I’m hard and my loop concrete, too much Bossip if you ask me Almost fucked fame, but she came with money I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em from me
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[Verse 3: Tube] Tryin' to get on in this industry, acting like you're ruthy Breaking down cocaine with the EBT, these male groupies doing it However, whatever they seeing on the box Everybody spit, everybody hot, everybody's an artist (Everbody not) S-O L-O-S-T, niggas talking dollars getting change In a minute I'mma lose my cool, Sprewell one year before '98 Like fuck coach, I’m cutthroat, so what goes Do you head for the year they say might be the end? Better look within
[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky] Glitz and the glamors, we pose for the cameras Ghetto niggas with me, they pose with the hammers Ghetto girls with me, pink toes in the sandals No dirty laundry, get your nose out my hamper Clothes in my hamper, that bathing ape camouflage Brands from Japan, you would think I was a samurai Drop-crotch Jeremy Scott pants, bitch it’s Hammer Time Getting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized Life is what you need, won't you take A Z, feel the breeze Smoke the sour diese, hit that shit and please act at ease What you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3's S-T-A-R-S, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace
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Rocky and his pals talk about fashion, ladies, and how they love photographers when they’re not punching them out Upvote Downvote Share ReplyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
