Action Bronson, Roosh Williams - It's A Beautiful Thing lyrics

Realest muthafucker in the building
At the moment
Kids are parking lot pimpin' but
Their whips are getting stolen
If you reap it then you sow it
Plant the seed you gotta grow it
Bite the hand that writes the checks
And guarantee you will get broke-en
Catch me on my grizzy ridin
All throughout the city
Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel
The pressure bout to hit me
Shit it's a beautiful struggle
But you move in the rubble
And over time you learn exactly what
To do in the huddle
From losing a couple of people
Relevant to my raising
To taking a gut full of punches
And fucking hitting the pavement
I'm growin' accustomed to madness
Fallin' in love with the Mayhem
Go season the baby back ribs
Stick em in the oven and bake em
I'm eatin' good tonight
Ain't got no dilemmas
Gon' text one of my ex's and
Get some V for Vendetta
Sippin' champagne with my dinner
Fill the campaign with some winners
Roosh and Bronsolini fresher than the
Landscape out these pictures mother fucker

Hand up out the window
Screamin death to chivalry
Smokin' on a sweet, what a beautiful delivery
Swangin' two seaters while I'm
Drankin' 2 liters
Rockin' Nike sneakers finna scoop
The new Adidas
Baby you act like you've seen us
And shit you probably have
Backhand them like Venus, put that
Beat in body bags, playa
And at the end of the day
I kick my feet up on the
Table it's a beautiful thing


Everyday you can catch me in
Queens baby it's nothing
Money discussion, cigars lit
Gold? sittin' on the floor like a bum
Nap time the blanky was a black nine
Dove off the top of the yacht liner
Perfect 10 from the Judge from China
Sweatpants, one leg up, St john's jersey
Artest, I'm an ar-tiste
See me bettin' on the dogs down in Palm Beach
With any amount of paper in my arms reach
I am that mother fucker
That's what the cards read
Smoke 100 percent, you smokin' yard weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you can find me on the
Coast drinkin' port wine cousin

I leave the crib to the J-O
Hat tipped, eyes stay low, Williams
On the pay roll, lady
She said her name but I don't
Ask what she came fo'
I'm just tryina take her to the
Places that she can't go head
Covered in Kangol, swangin' the Civic, pimpin
I promise I'm on a mission
Preparing a master plan
And when it comes to fruition
I bet you idiots listen
I guess it's just all contingent on
What they get out the man
But dog I'm keepin' the lettuce lit
Divin' in to the wettest chick
Without no scuba yeah
Sign the check with the feather tip
Make it look effortless
Dust away all the evidence
Ever since adolescence I've had
A magical presence, bitch
So lemme just rip this shit
Run up on anybody
Deuces chucked and funky salutations
To my Kimosabe i'm breathin' breath
Livin life up in the eagles nest
Keepin' it movin' just workin waitin
To see what's next