Aye yo Jr turn me up in the headphones man
That's SB coming out of your radio right now
Listening to the newest record on Hot 95
We bout to turn the city up with this one na mean
Yea, SB
I represent the Garden, Jersey what I'm talking
The only thing in common's that we got nothing in common
The whole squad's nuts from the cashews to the almonds
Spit poison thru our voices, very few disappoints
Always late for appointments, it's f*ck you or deal with it
Niggas is lining up cause they see us as meal tickets
Yea I'll shake your hand, but don't mean that we will do business
I'm bout the main course I'll pass on the cheddar biscuits
Got me smoking on a Palma, the goodies from the farmer
He always throws me extra, I call it good karma
I'm laid up with a goddess, the finest outta Ghana
She's pouring Hennessy, watching Netflix, and rolling ganja
I went completely coo coo, every nights a full moon
The colored blind even said I blacked out at the Blue Room
So now I'm on the radar
Started from the bottom guess it's only up from here like an elevator nigga
So I'm gonna do what I gotta do
Spit the truth like the Carter 2
Son you just like your father do
Me and Marcus the coffin crew
Just if the homies tell us to
Go from holy to cynical
Mortal Kombat I'll finish you niggas
DNA, aye SB these niggas mad at me
Cause my word play well it defies gravity
These niggas try to take shots and even battle me
Mortals wanna combat I make them all fatalities
That's funeral arrangements, and casualties
Your mom and sister crying, a tragedy
If I'm worth a thousand you ain't half of me
If you niggas in space I'm in the galaxy
If you niggas try to race you ain't passing me
I'm with the crown to get to the root just like a cavity
I don't know who amped you up or got the battery
I make all your dreams to realities
You think you seeing me well it baffles me
You niggas make commissions I make salaries
Don't be mad at her just mark it on your calendar
Ready for a challenger I'm feeling like I'm Gallagher
I'm in the whip, I'm the driver and the passenger
And I'm hungry I'm eating like a scavenger, nigga
Ha, yea I ain't done, uh
Far from ordinary, a couple pennies I'm dropping in
I spit it one time in the booth no need to track again
My bars are cold, same temperature as my beverages
But that number rises the second we talk percentages
Rap phenomena humbly hiding my battles scars
To be the king you obviously had to battle Scar
My life ain't Disney so best believe me I'm taking action
You ready? What ever happens, happens
Fin to reload, my tracks is out of control
We drinking and blowing them O's
The curtains is closed, sorry for stealing the show
F*ck it you know how we roll
Been rapping for years, been at it for years
It's not a career, this is my life
My blood as the ink, there's pain as I write, man
All of the things I gave up
It's just to be famous this shit ain't a lay up
I'm dropping these jewels and I never knew Jacob
I'm destined to win it's designed in my make up
I'm watching for snakes, laugh at the haters
Know that my momma keep me in her prayers
My crew got my back, girl on the side
Eyes on the prize, it's time that I make it bitch
It's time that I make it bitch
Yea I know that I'll make it bitch
Yea yea yea, SB
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English
Aye yo Jr turn me up in the headphones man
That's SB coming out of your radio right now
Listening to the newest record on Hot 95
We bout to turn the city up with this one na mean
Yea, SB
I represent the Garden, Jersey what I'm talking
The only thing in common's that we got nothing in common
The whole squad's nuts from the cashews to the almonds
Spit poison thru our voices, very few disappoints
Always late for appointments, it's f*ck you or deal with it
Niggas is lining up cause they see us as meal tickets
Yea I'll shake your hand, but don't mean that we will do business
I'm bout the main course I'll pass on the cheddar biscuits
Got me smoking on a Palma, the goodies from the farmer
He always throws me extra, I call it good karma
I'm laid up with a goddess, the finest outta Ghana
She's pouring Hennessy, watching Netflix, and rolling ganja
I went completely coo coo, every nights a full moon
The colored blind even said I blacked out at the Blue Room
So now I'm on the radar
Started from the bottom guess it's only up from here like an elevator nigga
So I'm gonna do what I gotta do
Spit the truth like the Carter 2
Son you just like your father do
Me and Marcus the coffin crew
Just if the homies tell us to
Go from holy to cynical
Mortal Kombat I'll finish you niggas
DNA, aye SB these niggas mad at me
Cause my word play well it defies gravity
These niggas try to take shots and even battle me
Mortals wanna combat I make them all fatalities
That's funeral arrangements, and casualties
Your mom and sister crying, a tragedy
If I'm worth a thousand you ain't half of me
If you niggas in space I'm in the galaxy
If you niggas try to race you ain't passing me
I'm with the crown to get to the root just like a cavity
I don't know who amped you up or got the battery
I make all your dreams to realities
You think you seeing me well it baffles me
You niggas make commissions I make salaries
Don't be mad at her just mark it on your calendar
Ready for a challenger I'm feeling like I'm Gallagher
I'm in the whip, I'm the driver and the passenger
And I'm hungry I'm eating like a scavenger, nigga
Ha, yea I ain't done, uh
Far from ordinary, a couple pennies I'm dropping in
I spit it one time in the booth no need to track again
My bars are cold, same temperature as my beverages
But that number rises the second we talk percentages
Rap phenomena humbly hiding my battles scars
To be the king you obviously had to battle Scar
My life ain't Disney so best believe me I'm taking action
You ready? What ever happens, happens
Fin to reload, my tracks is out of control
We drinking and blowing them O's
The curtains is closed, sorry for stealing the show
F*ck it you know how we roll
Been rapping for years, been at it for years
It's not a career, this is my life
My blood as the ink, there's pain as I write, man
All of the things I gave up
It's just to be famous this shit ain't a lay up
I'm dropping these jewels and I never knew Jacob
I'm destined to win it's designed in my make up
I'm watching for snakes, laugh at the haters
Know that my momma keep me in her prayers
My crew got my back, girl on the side
Eyes on the prize, it's time that I make it bitch
It's time that I make it bitch
Yea I know that I'll make it bitch
Yea yea yea, SB
That's SB coming out of your radio right now
Listening to the newest record on Hot 95
We bout to turn the city up with this one na mean
Yea, SB
I represent the Garden, Jersey what I'm talking
The only thing in common's that we got nothing in common
The whole squad's nuts from the cashews to the almonds
Spit poison thru our voices, very few disappoints
Always late for appointments, it's f*ck you or deal with it
Niggas is lining up cause they see us as meal tickets
Yea I'll shake your hand, but don't mean that we will do business
I'm bout the main course I'll pass on the cheddar biscuits
Got me smoking on a Palma, the goodies from the farmer
He always throws me extra, I call it good karma
I'm laid up with a goddess, the finest outta Ghana
She's pouring Hennessy, watching Netflix, and rolling ganja
I went completely coo coo, every nights a full moon
The colored blind even said I blacked out at the Blue Room
So now I'm on the radar
Started from the bottom guess it's only up from here like an elevator nigga
So I'm gonna do what I gotta do
Spit the truth like the Carter 2
Son you just like your father do
Me and Marcus the coffin crew
Just if the homies tell us to
Go from holy to cynical
Mortal Kombat I'll finish you niggas
DNA, aye SB these niggas mad at me
Cause my word play well it defies gravity
These niggas try to take shots and even battle me
Mortals wanna combat I make them all fatalities
That's funeral arrangements, and casualties
Your mom and sister crying, a tragedy
If I'm worth a thousand you ain't half of me
If you niggas in space I'm in the galaxy
If you niggas try to race you ain't passing me
I'm with the crown to get to the root just like a cavity
I don't know who amped you up or got the battery
I make all your dreams to realities
You think you seeing me well it baffles me
You niggas make commissions I make salaries
Don't be mad at her just mark it on your calendar
Ready for a challenger I'm feeling like I'm Gallagher
I'm in the whip, I'm the driver and the passenger
And I'm hungry I'm eating like a scavenger, nigga
Ha, yea I ain't done, uh
Far from ordinary, a couple pennies I'm dropping in
I spit it one time in the booth no need to track again
My bars are cold, same temperature as my beverages
But that number rises the second we talk percentages
Rap phenomena humbly hiding my battles scars
To be the king you obviously had to battle Scar
My life ain't Disney so best believe me I'm taking action
You ready? What ever happens, happens
Fin to reload, my tracks is out of control
We drinking and blowing them O's
The curtains is closed, sorry for stealing the show
F*ck it you know how we roll
Been rapping for years, been at it for years
It's not a career, this is my life
My blood as the ink, there's pain as I write, man
All of the things I gave up
It's just to be famous this shit ain't a lay up
I'm dropping these jewels and I never knew Jacob
I'm destined to win it's designed in my make up
I'm watching for snakes, laugh at the haters
Know that my momma keep me in her prayers
My crew got my back, girl on the side
Eyes on the prize, it's time that I make it bitch
It's time that I make it bitch
Yea I know that I'll make it bitch
Yea yea yea, SB
Writer: Stephen Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid