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• Artiste: Smoke DZA
• Titre: Crimson LV Constructs X 4th Rope Heels
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Yeah Mike & Keys Kush God, bitch Sam came through in the clutch with the lighter for a nigga Uh I'm all about my bucks, hustle, linin' up my ducks (Uh) Residue in my fingernails, blood on my Constructs (Yes) Growin' up in Harlem, it was hard for me to trust T-Roy was smokin' with niggas, they hit him with some dust (That's right) He ain't been back on the first floor since I roll personal blunts, I curve all your attempts (Uh) All your friends curve you, watch all y'all vent I'm in my bag, big duffel, got Goyard prints (Right) Lil' homies so slick, won't even know they spint Car rentals from out of town you won't even know they in All they know hit the streets with a stick, keep it a brick They the wrong lil' niggas to play peekaboo with Big gas in a room at the Ritz (Uh) Crispy, sweet like La Nova barbecue pits All in thе wrist, eighty thousand all in the wrist A couple boxеs on the doorstep, it come all with a risk My track record flawless, pop My phone ringin' like the ball just dropped You know the fellas got the corner locked It's super hard to keep the work in stock I work the block like Ann Davis, niggas can't fade us I'm God structured, fan favorite, niggas man-made up (Uh) Put me anywhere in the world, know I can cake up (Right) Both hands on paper (Right), you can't mandate us (Uh) Shout to my niggas Uh, Smoke DZA, Westside Gunn, they got they own wrestling league Which I, that really fuckin' intrigued me because You gotta think outside the box, if you follow what everybody do Then you're not gonna be successful 'cause you're already doin' what someone else has done I get it, sometimes, you need to follow a blueprint 'cause that's the way to success, XYZ But the niggas who win are the niggas who think of they own ideas and basically come outside the box So when they told me they had they own wrestling league I'm like, "Yo, that, that's fire, man" (Let's go, Pria) Yeah (If you listenin', you need to turn it over to side B) I'm out of my ringside seat, I'm at gorilla now This a different frequency (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Yeah You know the heels have eyes (Uh) The real bad guys is givin' peel cap vibes (Uh) I will advise I was chillin' with my daughter eatin' chicken pad thai (Really) I don't really know what happened, we wasn't really at odds (Uh) I pray to God that all that chatter won't let the Smith & baptize 'em (Bah-bah-bah) High off live resin (High off live resin, uh), keep the vibes vibin' (Keep the vibes vibin') Bitch, you know it's 4th Rope or nothin', right? (Ah, ah) Thinkin' 'bout a hundred million keep me up at night (Right?) I won't ever give you suckers life (Nah) Ain't nothin' sweet, ain't nothin' nice I'm snuffin' feet, I'm— (I'm snuffin' feet, I'm—) I'm snuffin' feet, I'm knuckle tight Yeah, this the real Hurt Syndicate, nigga (That's right) Fuck around and think it's TV until you livin' it, nigga Could get it done to you for frivolous figures Yeah, the K's ain't lowercase, the handgun's a throwaway (Boom-boom) Miss me with that reminiscin', fam, I don't relate, I'm (Skrrt) I'm approachin' my prime, I'm out that coma state, I'm I'm Chain Gang Cena, I don't gangbang neither Such and such, my name ain't either, my brain on reefer, yeah (Got my brain on reefer, right) Uh, now what's better than three ropes? (Three ropes, it's rhetorical), yeah What's better than three ropes? (Three ropes), yeah What's better than three ropes? (Three ropes), yeah Now what's better than three ropes? (Three ropes) What's better than three ropes? (4th Rope shit) Listen, man Next Heels, man, I'm comin' out, nigga Patent leather, MAC11 with the motherfuckin' Suede titties, nigga, hahahaha Fuck you talkin' 'bout, man? Super Flygod shit (Flygod) You already know, nigga Can't nobody fuck with us, my brother Smoke Can't nobody outsmoke Smoke but me Remember that, man Don't even fuckin' try it, nigga Jump off whatever the closest bridge to your mama's house, nigga For real And fuck all y'all other niggas that ain't us, nigga Ah