Andy Mineo, Wordsplayed - SAY LESS lyrics
Andy Mineo [Andrew Aaron Mineo] Syracuse, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Andy Mineo, Wordsplayed - SAY LESS lyrics]
Gawvi, get 'em!
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good, I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah, we off to the races
I put a rapper in their place quick
Good is the enemy of greatness
Out this world girl in my space ship
My A1's on my A-list
Beastmode make the playlist
Preach mode for the graces
They sneak mode on the hatred
Money bags on the racks ain't the goal
But, I ain't really mad if
God let me hold that
I say what I want, I don't ever hold back
I just mounted up my first gold plaque
And there's many more to come
See I'm steady with the pen and now I'm ready
What you want? I don't mess with nobody
I don't got me no hobbies
'Cause this here is my jobby
I vroom-vroom-vroom like Bugatti, I'm Audi!
Uh, oh yeah my wave a tsunami
If you ask me how we made it
I just say it's beyond me
And I'm more than what I do so
I don't let it define me
And I'm focused on the future
Let the past stay behind me i'm out!
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good, I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
So New York, fresh out the womb
Baptized in the East River
Rap game sons, please, resurrect Dilla
Highlight reel been realer than realer
I was dead, now it's all Mike Jack Thriller
We in the building, like Con Ed
Lighting up the whole crib
Lisa Lopes, Left Eye
Westside, back to Bed-Stuy
Crown fried, two piece with the french fries
Think they winnin' but they never play chess
I live a New York minute
You need to say less
Trader Joe's in the hood, it's The Matrix
Seven dollar chopped cheese, I
Used to pay less, man
You can't walk in my shoes
I spit vividly, Connie Chung on the news
I was steppin' out the booth
They was hittin' the snooze
It's the New York Giants, Beckham and Cruz
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good, I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah, we off to the races
I put a rapper in their place quick
Good is the enemy of greatness
Out this world girl in my space ship
My A1's on my A-list
Beastmode make the playlist
Preach mode for the graces
They sneak mode on the hatred
Money bags on the racks ain't the goal
But, I ain't really mad if
God let me hold that
I say what I want, I don't ever hold back
I just mounted up my first gold plaque
And there's many more to come
See I'm steady with the pen and now I'm ready
What you want? I don't mess with nobody
I don't got me no hobbies
'Cause this here is my jobby
I vroom-vroom-vroom like Bugatti, I'm Audi!
Uh, oh yeah my wave a tsunami
If you ask me how we made it
I just say it's beyond me
And I'm more than what I do so
I don't let it define me
And I'm focused on the future
Let the past stay behind me i'm out!
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good, I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
So New York, fresh out the womb
Baptized in the East River
Rap game sons, please, resurrect Dilla
Highlight reel been realer than realer
I was dead, now it's all Mike Jack Thriller
We in the building, like Con Ed
Lighting up the whole crib
Lisa Lopes, Left Eye
Westside, back to Bed-Stuy
Crown fried, two piece with the french fries
Think they winnin' but they never play chess
I live a New York minute
You need to say less
Trader Joe's in the hood, it's The Matrix
Seven dollar chopped cheese, I
Used to pay less, man
You can't walk in my shoes
I spit vividly, Connie Chung on the news
I was steppin' out the booth
They was hittin' the snooze
It's the New York Giants, Beckham and Cruz
Yeah okay, I get it man, say less
When'd you start talking and prayin' less?
I'm not doing good I'm a straight mess
But God doing way more with way less, uh
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less
Yeah okay, I get it, get it, say less