"Freebird Rules" lyrics
Smoke DZA & Mike & Keys Lyrics
(feat. Zombie Juice & Flash Garments)
Yeah
Yeah
No security, I got a plate inside my carry-on
The way I travel, I don't gotta deal with TSA
Baby, if only you knew just like the Patti song
My Cuban heavy, only rock it if it's kilo weight
Nigga jumpin' out foreigns like I'm Junkyard Dog, where's the roof?
4th Rope culture for the gods, what it do?
One last call
Yeah, doubt me like my last name Ball
If you my nigga, you my nigga, stand against me, then it's war
This the Kool G Rap
The mafioso of this era, wrote it all from scratch
Done shined a light up on my borough, gave my heart to my friends
I beat the odds once, baby, I could do it again
And I ain't like these rap niggas, I don't need those props
I don't need those hoes, I don't ride off backs
It's respect when it's owed
I don't name drop and never been to parties with who? I'm just sayin', look, look
When I die, could look back and say we made a movement
Um, bougie and ghetto, still sell it, if it come, I move it
Sorry, grandmama, you know your boy too real
I may talk a lot of shit 'cause I earned it, yeah
Every day, you gotta grow up a bit like
Every day, you gotta show up, get lit, let my nuts hang
Blurred lines of cocaine, said finish the whole thing
I'm sayin', baby, I ain't say enough
Smoke DZA lace the boots, nigga, let's double up
Stand on my own two feet and got the hammer clutched, like
Right? Right? Right? (Right, what the fuck?)
Uh, yeah, big heel energy, we the true mob
Neck in Quebec, the real Montreal screw job
I'm too on fire, gotta cool off (Garments, uh)
Yokohama Garments, 8-5 stuck in my toothpick
She used to local jokers, her regular man like Ruth Chris
Talkin' to me nicely can suddenly make my mood switch
I'm that nigga, hello, them other niggas like, "Who's this?"
Good in all accords like Hondas, breakin' down drivin'
My mentality is give me my fabric, exotic island
Made a movie outside, they had to drive in
You think you gettin' pussy like me? Stop lyin'
Razor Ramon, always cut like razor's edge
My fate is whole grain like my hero, hold the spread
Don't give a fuck if she gluten-free, I love my bread
Bronx Bomber, word to my dead, no Christian's Edge
Fuck outta here, nigga
Niggas is bums
Trio
Yeah
No security, I got a plate inside my carry-on
The way I travel, I don't gotta deal with TSA
Baby, if only you knew just like the Patti song
My Cuban heavy, only rock it if it's kilo weight
Nigga jumpin' out foreigns like I'm Junkyard Dog, where's the roof?
4th Rope culture for the gods, what it do?
One last call
Yeah, doubt me like my last name Ball
If you my nigga, you my nigga, stand against me, then it's war
This the Kool G Rap
The mafioso of this era, wrote it all from scratch
Done shined a light up on my borough, gave my heart to my friends
I beat the odds once, baby, I could do it again
And I ain't like these rap niggas, I don't need those props
I don't need those hoes, I don't ride off backs
It's respect when it's owed
I don't name drop and never been to parties with who? I'm just sayin', look, look
When I die, could look back and say we made a movement
Um, bougie and ghetto, still sell it, if it come, I move it
Sorry, grandmama, you know your boy too real
I may talk a lot of shit 'cause I earned it, yeah
Every day, you gotta grow up a bit like
Every day, you gotta show up, get lit, let my nuts hang
Blurred lines of cocaine, said finish the whole thing
I'm sayin', baby, I ain't say enough
Smoke DZA lace the boots, nigga, let's double up
Stand on my own two feet and got the hammer clutched, like
Right? Right? Right? (Right, what the fuck?)
Uh, yeah, big heel energy, we the true mob
Neck in Quebec, the real Montreal screw job
I'm too on fire, gotta cool off (Garments, uh)
Yokohama Garments, 8-5 stuck in my toothpick
She used to local jokers, her regular man like Ruth Chris
Talkin' to me nicely can suddenly make my mood switch
I'm that nigga, hello, them other niggas like, "Who's this?"
Good in all accords like Hondas, breakin' down drivin'
My mentality is give me my fabric, exotic island
Made a movie outside, they had to drive in
You think you gettin' pussy like me? Stop lyin'
Razor Ramon, always cut like razor's edge
My fate is whole grain like my hero, hold the spread
Don't give a fuck if she gluten-free, I love my bread
Bronx Bomber, word to my dead, no Christian's Edge
Fuck outta here, nigga
Niggas is bums
Trio
