Letras
Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot like New Orleans
In Cosby crew and jeans (yeah)
They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Status never mattered ever, act however
Like Christine Aguilera, just let yourself go
Mad at Pressure, an endeavor that is better left
Pristine track and record to let you all know, oh
That we would be kings even homeless
Building these kingdoms our own, just
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
'Til they're gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole
And it's all good
And it's all good
One, two, three, four
I feel like Bobby Fisher
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
I'll turn the art form into a bloodsport
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
(Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train)