"AL KABIR BEACH" lyrics

Ransom & Dave East Lyrics

"AL KABIR BEACH"
(feat. Abby Jasmine)

[Ransom:]
Like this
Live life
Yo, Dāvis. You killed this shit right here
This the vibe we need. Yes, sir
Yeah

I noticed you niggas happy to be here (I see you)
Don't blame me for them wolves that robbed you for your shines, homie
I just happened to be there (Haha)
Ain't no cappin', let's be clear
Your life's fiction and fully scripted
Should win an Oscar for really actin' like we care (Come on)
What transactions you got? (What you got?)
I'm closin' million-dollar deals on Manhattan rooftops
Is Ran actin' new? Ha (Ha)
I really can't call it (Can't call it)
I used to play the block like Wemby
They tend to envy those who usually stand tallest (Yes)
This mood he's playin' forward (Uh-huh)
Stocks locked up in Vanguard
Recoupin' grands lost while we listen to Luther Vandross (Woo)
You's a damn fraud, I see the fakes (I see)
They starve while you stuffin' your greedy face
You's a greazy snake like T. D. Jakes
Plus you don't wanna see me great (Nah)
You want me in that Honda with the squeaky brakes (Skrrt)
Mama prays to keep me safe, can we relate? (Nah)
Probably not, though
I'm in the valleys of Trentino
Swattin' mosquitoes while sippin' a macchiato

[Abby Jasmine {Dave East}:]
I remember days I was tryna make a way (Way)
Now I get deposits to my bank every day (Day)
Two-tone rose-gold bezel on the face (Ooh)
Said I been actin' brand new, but you actin' the same
Ooh
Champagne toasting, coast-to-coasting {You know champagne my shit, nigga}
Ooh {Good grapes, huh}
Lotta champagne toasting {The finest}, coast-to-coasting

[Dave East:]
I look at life different, my gears change up like a bike shiftin'
Every chance I get, it's new edition like I'm Mike Bivins (Uh)
Talked to God after that murder, wasn't quite religious
Auntie had a case of slight dementia, shit, this life'll whip ya ('Member that)
Bible scriptures, Mama read 'em, no Santería practice (Nah)
Hit the botánica for blessings, I got FIFA passion (Bless)
Kick it lightly, tread water if you can't swim
Never panic, the rent due on the first, some niggas can't spend (Gotta hold on)
Lost so many times, you start believin' that you can't win (Can't win)
East and Ransom, meet up at the Khan Savour to plot alone
Constantin Vacheron, Soho streets cobblestone (Uh)
Horsepower like a panther, I'm smellin' like my cologne
She kiss below the mic
From Michelob nights to switchin' whips up on sight
Before the flight, I need to zone
I need some pressure, need some pain, of course
Mama crib, it came with chores
Shorty ball like Angel Reese (Ball), still wonder what my angels doin' (I wonder)

[Abby Jasmine:]
I remember days I was tryna make a way (Way)
Now I get deposits to my bank every day (Day)
Two-tone rose-gold bezel on the face (Ooh)
Said I been actin' brand new, but you actin' the same
Ooh
Champagne toasting, coast-to-coasting
Ooh
Lotta champagne toasting, coast-to-coasting (Coasting)

[Abby Jasmine (Ransom) {Dave East}:]
Ooh
(Closin' million-dollar deals on Manhattan rooftops)
(Is Ran actin' new? Ha)
Ooh
{Constantin Vacheron, Soho streets cobblestone}
{Horsepower like a panther, I'm smellin' like my cologne}


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