2 Chainz, Monica - Burglar Bars lyrics
Tauheed Epps
Monica [Monica Brown/Arnold] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
[2 Chainz, Monica - Burglar Bars lyrics]
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes
Ago, as I gazed into his face
I felt that I was in the presence of royalty
There's a certain power presence
That he gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need
'Cause you got a deep title
Don't mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek
I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale
That's my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened
Path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry
I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck
You owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey
Got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit
Don't go acting anti on me
It's Mr epps in the bank
I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today
There's nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a
Fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I
Fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and
My subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and
My dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga
I'm no Black activist
I'm a Black millionaire
Give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence
I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off
Then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league
I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block
I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I
Got bands, you do not, huh
Yeah, you a miracle right now, if
You hear this, you're a miracle
I want you to
Know that if you're able to hear this right
Now, you are a miracle straight up, no kapp
I'm more Gucci than Vans
Give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life
You ain't prepared for your life
See the man without a mic
Is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digit's to a
Number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and
Got my palm itching i had it on me, you can
See it in my prom pictures, ugh
I'm telling you
Niggas like me fall out the
Sky you don't just bump into me i'm a real
Blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro
You know the times is rough
You know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors
So we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we
Got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so
We got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so
We got burglar bars, Lord, lord
Lord knows woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day
Then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood
Sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars
Lord knows
That soulful trap music, man yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8
I'm talkin' 'bout
The 'partments you stay in the middle
Someone stay on top of you
Someone stay below you what you know
About grabbing a broom and shit
And hitting upstairs like
"Y'all stop fucking stomping!
Y'all stop walking
So mothafuckin' hard!" Then
The people downstairs, they
Doing the same shit to us tru, trill shit
Ago, as I gazed into his face
I felt that I was in the presence of royalty
There's a certain power presence
That he gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need
'Cause you got a deep title
Don't mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek
I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale
That's my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened
Path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry
I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck
You owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey
Got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit
Don't go acting anti on me
It's Mr epps in the bank
I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today
There's nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a
Fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I
Fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and
My subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and
My dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga
I'm no Black activist
I'm a Black millionaire
Give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence
I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off
Then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league
I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block
I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I
Got bands, you do not, huh
Yeah, you a miracle right now, if
You hear this, you're a miracle
I want you to
Know that if you're able to hear this right
Now, you are a miracle straight up, no kapp
I'm more Gucci than Vans
Give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life
You ain't prepared for your life
See the man without a mic
Is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digit's to a
Number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and
Got my palm itching i had it on me, you can
See it in my prom pictures, ugh
I'm telling you
Niggas like me fall out the
Sky you don't just bump into me i'm a real
Blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro
You know the times is rough
You know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors
So we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we
Got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so
We got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you
Know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so
We got burglar bars, Lord, lord
Lord knows woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day
Then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood
Sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars
Lord knows
That soulful trap music, man yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8
I'm talkin' 'bout
The 'partments you stay in the middle
Someone stay on top of you
Someone stay below you what you know
About grabbing a broom and shit
And hitting upstairs like
"Y'all stop fucking stomping!
Y'all stop walking
So mothafuckin' hard!" Then
The people downstairs, they
Doing the same shit to us tru, trill shit