[Intro:] Yeah, yeah So we gotta do what we gotta do to survive out here, right? It’s that all AD game, you know what I’m saying? It’s Cooper getting’ live
[Verse 1:] Exclusive young boy steady shining Flow’s so erratic Caught the limelights out, undeniable, it’s my right to vibe out No goons, they always got the 9 out Cooper killing a while out To find me who can never ever ever ever predict the sudden addiction I’m in my kitchen, just chefing up all of my defensive for the opposition Affirm mission, missionary positions, I’m getting bitches That mean the kind the mommy pappy she call me from the lobby and trade this here we go Bitch, it’s my CZO, fuck that, ‘cause I got bills to pay to wait here for my deal I got kicks to buy so I stay fly Oh me, oh my, I got to shine so these sucker motherfuckers could just hop on on my dick Middle fingers to the haters and their fucking clicks I’m the shit, bitch, bitch, I’m the shit Diarrhea nasty bastard, I got yeezys nigga So shut the fuck up with them airwalks, moon walk to outer space, I fair walk Rock, steady rock so, good fella mob star, space jam mob star, got bars Brooklyn ‘bout to kill the game, not the East West thing respecting on my better rental Pac to Big Deblock the kids, I’m a fresh prince, back up, gotta get these stacks up Stuffing all this cash under my mattress Blowing all these trees, better believe, come on, get happy like a partridge I’m a Martian like titties like Dolly Parton I beg your pardon, please, can you honestly Look me in the eyes say that you don’t feel the chills Coming up the spine, only the short survive
[Hook:] Ridiculous until the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We living rad until the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive Ridiculous until the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
[Verse 2:] Sharp like dumb text in other equals Regal elegance blast, heaven sent … Promise I won’t tell a lie I repeat, roll up, you, four blunts, y’all Chilling out maxim, relaxing oh Cool with the dime piece, sipping on some jack and jill shit, it’s just so exciting ‘Cause I’m OAD, you know me, rocking out a A3C Just for the beat, if I’m on the rolling you slow, I gotta go get my rhymes right You heard that Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t rhyme like this Some of them try to rhyme, but they can’t ‘Cause we some murderers, cold bloody killers off the beatbox Street knock hard rock, Van Halen Franky style Crazy out the fella shine, cool killer gonna be a cruel winner as I’m getting colder with the flow We get them chills up your spine, spin around like you dreamed about Sipping on me, they dreaming in, I’m leaving the studio contemplating about movie roles I’m trying to be the Fresh prince, learned the theme song and I’ve been spitting on their death since Lock me up and sell the drugs, better checking rob scheme Dob themes die for me, girls they be crying for me I said I’m super sorry, shawty, with all the glory come stories The nigga just be trying to sell you so police So I’m a rot, nigga, on the stone Rocky nigga Im Stallone Cuba kill ‘em softly like a Fugee time to put ‘em on Cooper gone
[Hook:]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
