Action Bronson - Night Court lyrics

There's three things: greed, fortune
And fame
You might be happy but nobody know your name
The bacon got you squatting naked
By the razor fence
You on the bench and got the
Drugs inside your favorite Tims

Cause on the road to riches
There ain't no time for getting sidetracked
Pump in the trunk if you
Frontin' punkin' you lie flat
Down on the pavement
Diamond laser engraved it
Wasting all of my time and then
Wondering where my days went
I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior
I'm only two years removed from
Leaning in the beamer now
Some friends ain't friends no more
I guess they jealous
Problems with baby mama constantly been
Like a relish to my
Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh
Rhymin the best
Yo, Bronsolini fans see hymen and breast
Talking sushi grade
My flow is linen and the shoes are suede
The wooden cutting board is right
Where the prosciutto laid
That's for the first course
The core burst off and hail
We'll be in hell but nobody
Trying to see the cell
Tonight we living life until we say goodnight
Breathe on the mic my flow knock
The knees of a knight

My time always the right time
I'm surfing getting wavy
Like Hawaiians on the pipeline
I'm never in my right mind
Zagat rated thirty foot decor
The food and service
Hey the blow is chopped up on
The plate yo peace to Curtis
Never nervous cause I'm ready
Went from leaning in the German now
We swerving in the Chevy
Artichokes cover spaghetti
Can't begin to fathom how I pair
The words and form the sentences
Pierre Cardere described in bold
Print on the lenseses
One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
Peace to Elton John cause in the
Jacket got the tiny dancer ready to tango
Extra clips inside the pouch just like
The creature on the Kangol
Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh
Mango, that's for the lassi
I love when bitches sassy
Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi
Then I give her a german brunch
And now she turning stunts
Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts

I wanna live the life the twenty
Beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice
And then the fluff all burnt my penis
Shoot the semen twice in the face
Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes
Rhyme butter lake you know my grading
Be prime on the steak aged to perfection
That's how I like the vino we rolling ceelo
Throw like Marino cruise in the Regal
In overdrive like my libido
I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps
Into the pussy fetal it's Bronsolino

Just light the dutch up
Leather loaf and mash the clutch up
We getting fucked up
I make the motherfucker beam a up
Hellish capers and now I'm scoring
More than Celtic Lakers
Kicking like Messi now we
Overlooking gorgeous acres
In my defense, it's like the '85 Bears
There's no jail tales
Poetry in motion like I'm Gale Sayers
Before Maguire took his first needle
Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends
In corners in the bird fetal -
Positioning I know you hear
Me but not listening we glistening I rock a
Jacket made for fishermen
The buccaneer for nutritional and
A buck of deer
Create a hash vat and bake it off
Cut a square
Ton of flair like Rick I hold the pick
And plus I smoke a stick of heavy
Marijuana when I pose for flick
Get off the dick because we busting now
And when we come we eating crepes
You know we order up a dozen now