Lyrics:
Yea
Need that
Yea yea said I need that
Uh Big bands big step take A peak
New roles same script
Play for keeps what you mean
Aye aye
Look
Big
every tick tock
Same old dance, or take that chance
and get your soul cleansed by His detox
Be refurbished like those Reeboks or be chosen like you Enoch
own thing or just being cool.
You remember only about the brass ring,
You forget all about the golden rule.
You can mislead a man,
You can take
nothing
And everything, all the same...
The hatred
Explodes, and hell will follow
Then in the end:
A bitter pill to swallow
But we know not a thing
About
my carats, silly rabbits
Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc
Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa
This the real thing, big bling,
my carats, silly rabbits
Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc
Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa
This the real thing, big bling,
band way back in the 20s. I worked there
with him plum until he went out on the road by hi'self … and it cut me out
again. And then I started working
side
I lost my brother nothing's been the same since the day he died
But i know he's by my side yeah i know he's gonna ride
I still am very lost
Y’all don’t understand
I’m just tryna make them rubber bands
Pop another Xan'
Them shits take me to a wonder land
Your bitch like my brand
She just
the city laid out at their feet
In their view
Were mountains and trees
They were beautiful and green
But every day the same damn thing
He said, men will
wouldn't be about regretting only every taste
With one last song to sing
One final, little nuclear thing
Well, I've heard you hum the same melody
And I trust
know how we do the streets is real I paid my dues
20 bands and its all blues Im with the same crew that I started with
We up in this bitch and we gonna
want you
But whatever pulls you up and out's the right thing to run to
Thumbprint hearts but they break in the same way
Thumbprint hearts but they break
on
The same thing forecast is cloudy
I make this shit rain
I don't fuck with no lames by the
Boom by the bang new niggas
Claim they a 100 but even a
100 Make
From a big brass cup
Someday he may be president
If things loosen up
You and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me
From a big brass cup
Someday he may be president
If things loosen up
You and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me
a big brass cup
Someday he may be President if things loosen up
You and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you and me, you and me, baby
You and me, you
crying like mayday
Take no shit Ima dub you get my cake right
You gon' get a slice if you ride in the day light
Homie bout to shine cuz he's by me the same
Athletic endeavors
The things that escaped my attention raise questions
Like, maybe I was never that clever
But I kept getting praise for the letters
the
Last thing special fast
Your gold is brass I fold these brats
When I dumb 16 32's 48's
Send fakes to the early grave
Fuck the pearly gates
Could have
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
Talking Fort Worth
Because we high up just like Captain Kirk
Off the syrup
You only touching bands cuz of
Beating the block in the new thing
Swerving
of a brass band I thought I could see her
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
I was flat on my
Run on me, you gon end up in last place
I be rolling up bands in the fast lane
Finna dump you when you end in the ashtray
I be keepin it together like
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