Action Bronson, Rick Ross - 9-24-7000 lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, Rick Ross - 9-24-7000 lyrics]
Why are we letting things in the
Outside of our physical penetrate
Our soul, penetrate our neural wiring
System, our cerebral cortex
Okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you
Control when a thought arrives outside of the
Brain? Can you or can't you? Is
Free will a-a real thing or is
It the philosophy of free will
See 'cause scrip ahaha
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner shit, man, haha
Smooth, man i'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh
Yo, if I didn't say it's me
You would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder
Fuck the bullshit
November rain came the same day
My daughter taught me how to do
The Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades
The blunt fat like two Kamalas
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It's me, man
I'm the one that takes the wolf head
Wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads
You ain't gettin' no head
You ain't gettin' no bread
You ain't gettin' no shows
You ain't gettin' no dough
You ain't gettin' no hoes
Dawg, I hit the best of 'em
Motherfuck the rest of 'em
Well, now I'm nestled in
The Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?
I should probably put a wetsuit on
I'll be right back
Young Renzel, line two
Young AB, I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo (Maybach music)
I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
Skippin' school bitches
Cookin' me food bitches all my niggas down
We lookin' like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for bitches
Who truly digged us college dormitories
Fill 'em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions
They go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'
Residents is divided amongst the
Feds and children
Let him keep totin' drugs if
He willin' to plead guilty
The star state witness
They'll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me
Backwood and I'm healthy
I'm the label owner
I'm the only one can shelf me
Biggest (Maybach music) boss
Why are we letting things in the
Outside of our physical penetrate
Our soul, penetrate our neural wiring
System, our cerebral cortex
Okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you
Control when a thought arrives outside of the
Brain? Can you or can't you? Is
Free will a-a real thing or is
It the philosophy of free will
See 'cause scrip ahaha
Outside of our physical penetrate
Our soul, penetrate our neural wiring
System, our cerebral cortex
Okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you
Control when a thought arrives outside of the
Brain? Can you or can't you? Is
Free will a-a real thing or is
It the philosophy of free will
See 'cause scrip ahaha
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner shit, man, haha
Smooth, man i'm a fuckin' smooth mover, uh
Yo, if I didn't say it's me
You would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder
Fuck the bullshit
November rain came the same day
My daughter taught me how to do
The Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades
The blunt fat like two Kamalas
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It's me, man
I'm the one that takes the wolf head
Wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads
You ain't gettin' no head
You ain't gettin' no bread
You ain't gettin' no shows
You ain't gettin' no dough
You ain't gettin' no hoes
Dawg, I hit the best of 'em
Motherfuck the rest of 'em
Well, now I'm nestled in
The Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?
I should probably put a wetsuit on
I'll be right back
Young Renzel, line two
Young AB, I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo (Maybach music)
I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches
Skippin' school bitches
Cookin' me food bitches all my niggas down
We lookin' like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for bitches
Who truly digged us college dormitories
Fill 'em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions
They go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'
Residents is divided amongst the
Feds and children
Let him keep totin' drugs if
He willin' to plead guilty
The star state witness
They'll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me
Backwood and I'm healthy
I'm the label owner
I'm the only one can shelf me
Biggest (Maybach music) boss
Why are we letting things in the
Outside of our physical penetrate
Our soul, penetrate our neural wiring
System, our cerebral cortex
Okay? Wh-what really is a thought? Can you
Control when a thought arrives outside of the
Brain? Can you or can't you? Is
Free will a-a real thing or is
It the philosophy of free will
See 'cause scrip ahaha