Early morning scrambled eggs, wake me up to bass kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes and shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
Hello surprise, open your eyes
Fresh on my grind, my first time on the mic
I'm cool with the rap kids I know how to rhyme
Look up my address I'm rapping online
Dumb it down, hey, satire
Cliché, I rap fire
My bank account gets taxed higher
Anything she want, I cash buy it
That's baby daddy, got pacifiers
Day to night, I'm never tired
90 inch rims, 100'cent tint
Ride round on Pirelli tires
Role models
Gold bottles
Sun shades and a camera lens
Your favorite chick and me
In a whip that's 3
Times the money of your chump standard Benz
And if you ain't convinced
My gold chains so cold they
Got cold fraid,' they don't hang
With no fakes, so go away, sucka!
This the kinda flow that you can spit and get away with
Put some cool effects on this and now I sound amazing
Everybody likes my pics I think I think I made it
This the part of the song, where everybody ape shit!
Early morning zaatar bread, wake me up to bass kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes n shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
All the pretty hoes
Itty bitty, clothes
On they tippy toes
In my videos
And the city knows
Help my city grow
"Yo O, you ain't even from my city though!"
That's the truth, yes, that's a fact
But my dudes hey, please relax
What am I supposed to do? Be me or act?
Cuz' when I'm me I'm broke, but when I act there's cash
So if it's up to me, I'ma have to pass
I want acid tabs
Wanax and an avalanche
Of crack in the back of cadillacs
Ampersand the aftermath is
Life, of the rich and famous
Do what I want like an ignoramus
Take vacations to different places
Caimans, Vegas, with a plate of payments
Tigers called "love" trapped in cages
Used to make art, now I'm hanging
My favorite paintings' "paparazzi vainness"
And if you didn't know
My name is entertainment
Miss the kinda flows that we was spittin' in our basements
Stupid shit, pajamas, we don't standup for ovations
1st these radios was telling me they'd never play me
Now they never play me, dawg I think they played me!
Boys, quit, quit, quit with all that talking
Mouths always running, running, running
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Early morning scrambled eggs, wake me up to bass kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes and shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
Hello surprise, open your eyes
Fresh on my grind, my first time on the mic
I'm cool with the rap kids I know how to rhyme
Look up my address I'm rapping online
Dumb it down, hey, satire
Cliché, I rap fire
My bank account gets taxed higher
Anything she want, I cash buy it
That's baby daddy, got pacifiers
Day to night, I'm never tired
90 inch rims, 100'cent tint
Ride round on Pirelli tires
Role models
Gold bottles
Sun shades and a camera lens
Your favorite chick and me
In a whip that's 3
Times the money of your chump standard Benz
And if you ain't convinced
My gold chains so cold they
Got cold fraid,' they don't hang
With no fakes, so go away, sucka!
This the kinda flow that you can spit and get away with
Put some cool effects on this and now I sound amazing
Everybody likes my pics I think I think I made it
This the part of the song, where everybody ape shit!
Early morning zaatar bread, wake me up to bass kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes n shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
All the pretty hoes
Itty bitty, clothes
On they tippy toes
In my videos
And the city knows
Help my city grow
"Yo O, you ain't even from my city though!"
That's the truth, yes, that's a fact
But my dudes hey, please relax
What am I supposed to do? Be me or act?
Cuz' when I'm me I'm broke, but when I act there's cash
So if it's up to me, I'ma have to pass
I want acid tabs
Wanax and an avalanche
Of crack in the back of cadillacs
Ampersand the aftermath is
Life, of the rich and famous
Do what I want like an ignoramus
Take vacations to different places
Caimans, Vegas, with a plate of payments
Tigers called "love" trapped in cages
Used to make art, now I'm hanging
My favorite paintings' "paparazzi vainness"
And if you didn't know
My name is entertainment
Miss the kinda flows that we was spittin' in our basements
Stupid shit, pajamas, we don't standup for ovations
1st these radios was telling me they'd never play me
Now they never play me, dawg I think they played me!
Boys, quit, quit, quit with all that talking
Mouths always running, running, running
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes and shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
Hello surprise, open your eyes
Fresh on my grind, my first time on the mic
I'm cool with the rap kids I know how to rhyme
Look up my address I'm rapping online
Dumb it down, hey, satire
Cliché, I rap fire
My bank account gets taxed higher
Anything she want, I cash buy it
That's baby daddy, got pacifiers
Day to night, I'm never tired
90 inch rims, 100'cent tint
Ride round on Pirelli tires
Role models
Gold bottles
Sun shades and a camera lens
Your favorite chick and me
In a whip that's 3
Times the money of your chump standard Benz
And if you ain't convinced
My gold chains so cold they
Got cold fraid,' they don't hang
With no fakes, so go away, sucka!
This the kinda flow that you can spit and get away with
Put some cool effects on this and now I sound amazing
Everybody likes my pics I think I think I made it
This the part of the song, where everybody ape shit!
Early morning zaatar bread, wake me up to bass kicks
What you know bout bedroom studios and ugly basements?
They say that hiphop is dead, need someone to save it
All these likes n shares, who cares? I think we almost famous!
All the pretty hoes
Itty bitty, clothes
On they tippy toes
In my videos
And the city knows
Help my city grow
"Yo O, you ain't even from my city though!"
That's the truth, yes, that's a fact
But my dudes hey, please relax
What am I supposed to do? Be me or act?
Cuz' when I'm me I'm broke, but when I act there's cash
So if it's up to me, I'ma have to pass
I want acid tabs
Wanax and an avalanche
Of crack in the back of cadillacs
Ampersand the aftermath is
Life, of the rich and famous
Do what I want like an ignoramus
Take vacations to different places
Caimans, Vegas, with a plate of payments
Tigers called "love" trapped in cages
Used to make art, now I'm hanging
My favorite paintings' "paparazzi vainness"
And if you didn't know
My name is entertainment
Miss the kinda flows that we was spittin' in our basements
Stupid shit, pajamas, we don't standup for ovations
1st these radios was telling me they'd never play me
Now they never play me, dawg I think they played me!
Boys, quit, quit, quit with all that talking
Mouths always running, running, running
Writer: Omar Aburashed
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid