"Routine" lyrics
(performed by Yazz)
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh
I like that bass
Uh-huh
Yeah
Look, I don't need no introduction
Finna do it big as Paul Bunyan
Flows be hittin' hard enough to give concussions
Pardon the interruption
But I don't pull no punches
And all I really need to kill a beat
A little keys and some percussion
Like it's nothin'
You already know who it is
They ain't never "Lyon" when they sayin' Lucious equipped
Livin' legend in the makin', yeah I'm flippin' the script
Made it to the studio from slingin' dope as a kid, you dig?
Nine years up under my belt next to the nine milli
Hot boy, make the summertime seem chilly
Got no help and still I made it to NY from Philly
Say they rough oh, really?
I'm the GOAT, no Billy
Yo, you all so silly, don't test me
I am the one 'cause the One above blessed me
Sellin' CDs out the trunk
Seven dollars, what you want
I could never fake the funk
Don't you smell me?
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Born to hustle first, blow secondary
Makin' big moves, all the rest sedentary
Pops passed but the drive in me hereditary
From the block where the Glock always necessary
Ran the streets like three blind mice, uh-huh
Still seen a lot in this brief lifetime
On the corner, dad killed, mom bipolar
I was servin' them before I even had my molars
Dodgin' bullets, dodgin' cops
Whippin' up and washin' pots
Check the time, atomic clock
Money on the choppin' block
Gotta ride or die with me, I love my sweets
This is the home of the fellas, and I love these streets
They say crime runs rampant, I was rampant as hell
'Cause life was hell on earth and now it's treatin' me well
As a smooth criminal
Rhymes at the pinnacle
'Bout to run the game, y'all just runnin' on electrical
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Yeah
Uh
I like that bass
Uh-huh
Yeah
Look, I don't need no introduction
Finna do it big as Paul Bunyan
Flows be hittin' hard enough to give concussions
Pardon the interruption
But I don't pull no punches
And all I really need to kill a beat
A little keys and some percussion
Like it's nothin'
You already know who it is
They ain't never "Lyon" when they sayin' Lucious equipped
Livin' legend in the makin', yeah I'm flippin' the script
Made it to the studio from slingin' dope as a kid, you dig?
Nine years up under my belt next to the nine milli
Hot boy, make the summertime seem chilly
Got no help and still I made it to NY from Philly
Say they rough oh, really?
I'm the GOAT, no Billy
Yo, you all so silly, don't test me
I am the one 'cause the One above blessed me
Sellin' CDs out the trunk
Seven dollars, what you want
I could never fake the funk
Don't you smell me?
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Born to hustle first, blow secondary
Makin' big moves, all the rest sedentary
Pops passed but the drive in me hereditary
From the block where the Glock always necessary
Ran the streets like three blind mice, uh-huh
Still seen a lot in this brief lifetime
On the corner, dad killed, mom bipolar
I was servin' them before I even had my molars
Dodgin' bullets, dodgin' cops
Whippin' up and washin' pots
Check the time, atomic clock
Money on the choppin' block
Gotta ride or die with me, I love my sweets
This is the home of the fellas, and I love these streets
They say crime runs rampant, I was rampant as hell
'Cause life was hell on earth and now it's treatin' me well
As a smooth criminal
Rhymes at the pinnacle
'Bout to run the game, y'all just runnin' on electrical
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Toothpaste, boots laced, that's the routine
Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine
In the game where there ain't no referees
And the only guarantee
Is that nothin' comes for free
Writer(s): Scott Macfarland Carter, Aliandro Darton Prawl, Frankie Ray Wood
