My foreign is All new And your shit is just Alright Postmodernists All new Blahzay and just Alright We really is All new You're silly, just Alright
The vibes is All new And the bags is Alright The vibes is All new And the bags is
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever Postmodern is contemporary, whatever Game on, corner lot up on the lawn I want Malcolm across the street to put me on Drug dealer, concubine on his arm Is it the currency that make the ladies swarm? I'm just a little scrap, I did it with my charm What will it take for me to strip 'em to their thongs? Big chains, little games, questions in my brain To attain money, fame, Mulsanne switching lanes
My mother took her tax return and invested it She bet it on her kid and look at what he did with it 2000 in '84, that's a hundred thousand x multiple from keeping you on the floor Keeping people in awe Mama, the deed is yours The world is your oyster, shuck it and eat it raw Making dreams come true is an art form
My foreign is All new And your shit is just Alright Postmodernists All new Blahzay and just Alright We really is
So I started spitting bars Now mama's picking cars From quarters in the jars to daughters that are stars Forever dreaming large, inside of you's a god Regardless of your theology, reach in your reservoir Incendiary mythology, phoenix above the law Magnetic genetics is pulling you on the floor I said it, mama, I meant it, go get it, the world is yours Manifesting rewards for all that the girl endured My intuition is speaking, I'm tweaking, I can't ignore it I'm on a mission of beating the odds, feed me some more Got a vision, I'm raising the bar up to the Lord Sowing and reaping, so pockets are never leaking Why would they? I'm the plug, that's metaphorically speaking We outside, we dreaming, you still sleeping It's time to ride, you see him, ya man's peakingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
