Action Bronson, RiFF RAFF - Rookies of the Future lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Action Bronson, RiFF RAFF - Rookies of the Future lyrics]
And you know I grind so hard
All my friends faded away
I put my money in my cash box
Tryna see a better day
I could have played for the Blue Jays
Balling in a major way
Nice clothes, nice car
Nice clothes, nice car
And you know I grind so hard
And you know I grind so hard
Watch me switch lanes, drop top, propane
Things have got so hectic I done had
Invested in a Nancy Kerrigan private plane
Five flames when I pull up
It feels like the sun is blowing you
A kiss from five inches away
Haters get disobeyed rap game
I'll slide your bitch ass
Down rusty razor blade
When it rains it still pours
My blue velvet velore shirt clashes
With my florescent ensemble
Cut more checks then Obama
Nike sweats, sweat bands
My sweat beads on my forehead
Doberman Pinschers guard my luxury mint bed
I even trained one to a put a
Versace do rag on my forehead
And when I sleep it ain't cheap
I take a twenty minute nap
Rap game Eric Clapton in
The candy caramel apple
I'ma keep the trunk clappin'
Pull up like Toucan Sam in
That candy golden gram
I done hid a quarter ki
In my box of Kellogg's Raisin Bran riff!
Uh, drugs all in my Benz
Stoned behind my lenses
Dig all up in her pocket book 'fore
This bitch can come to her senses
(I am) still jumping fences
(I am) still on the benches
The Beamer got the osteoporosis
Holdin' old toasters
Wait, hit the potion, slow motion
Every kind of color loafer, that's real
Spray the tec
Still chefs offer the best veal
Sit out in left field next to Gary Sheffield
No you couldn't step in my banana belly
Stare at the moon because the
Roof is looking panoramic
Uh, I stuffed the drugs inside a dog's butt
Then kick it in the fucking stomach
I'm on tour what?
All my friends faded away
I put my money in my cash box
Tryna see a better day
I could have played for the Blue Jays
Balling in a major way
Nice clothes, nice car
Nice clothes, nice car
And you know I grind so hard
And you know I grind so hard
Watch me switch lanes, drop top, propane
Things have got so hectic I done had
Invested in a Nancy Kerrigan private plane
Five flames when I pull up
It feels like the sun is blowing you
A kiss from five inches away
Haters get disobeyed rap game
I'll slide your bitch ass
Down rusty razor blade
When it rains it still pours
My blue velvet velore shirt clashes
With my florescent ensemble
Cut more checks then Obama
Nike sweats, sweat bands
My sweat beads on my forehead
Doberman Pinschers guard my luxury mint bed
I even trained one to a put a
Versace do rag on my forehead
And when I sleep it ain't cheap
I take a twenty minute nap
Rap game Eric Clapton in
The candy caramel apple
I'ma keep the trunk clappin'
Pull up like Toucan Sam in
That candy golden gram
I done hid a quarter ki
In my box of Kellogg's Raisin Bran riff!
Uh, drugs all in my Benz
Stoned behind my lenses
Dig all up in her pocket book 'fore
This bitch can come to her senses
(I am) still jumping fences
(I am) still on the benches
The Beamer got the osteoporosis
Holdin' old toasters
Wait, hit the potion, slow motion
Every kind of color loafer, that's real
Spray the tec
Still chefs offer the best veal
Sit out in left field next to Gary Sheffield
No you couldn't step in my banana belly
Stare at the moon because the
Roof is looking panoramic
Uh, I stuffed the drugs inside a dog's butt
Then kick it in the fucking stomach
I'm on tour what?