Bishop Nehru, Raz Fresco - Moon&Stars lyrics
[Bishop Nehru, Raz Fresco - Moon&Stars lyrics]
Ayo spiral be the movement of the spirit's
Pyronetic spittin special edition kicks
Illin in the village with Dynasty Visions
Dreams of major league pitching
Me and Bishop sufferin from
Ill young nigga syndrome
Killin shit and we co-defendants
Sittin back chilling rooms
Be marijuana scented
Egyptian gold my nigga got Cleopatra women
When you start the race
I be at the finish line illin
Who am I? Mr never Money Over My Niggas
Gluteus grippin She got nubian beginnings
She truthfully gifted
I caress her that's player pimpin
Ima fucking villain so fuck the system
Fuck if they feel this
Raptors Jacket Cash in the Denim
Time is money and I got mad money invested
In this rap shit
Dwarf a giant when I rap shit
So much beyond the surface if
You can pass this
Everything written in the Moon and the stars
And everything under the Sun has been done
But this shit right here?
There'll never be another
I said this shit right here?
There'll never be another
A nigga tryna get it a scene
That ain't hard to find
I'm hoping that lines or dimes will
Leave me the lines of dimes
Whether bitches or riches
I'm tryna avoid the stitches
Wanna be taking pictures with fans
Saying my rhymes vicious my mind gifted
Lines wicked try and switch this
Nigga up in the rough
And disrupting the sudden force
Of corrupt niggas must
Think they getting something from me
Since I got to the money
Even Elders been acting funny
And honeys no longer dummies
Remember when I was bummy, no clothes
With more foes coming by the boatload
A chokehold, is what I got the game in
You straining, I'm entertaining
Fans killing all the remaining
Patience, impatiently, wait and see
I murder rappers and on a daily basis we
Breaking weed
Baking these tracks your ass lack
You wanna react
Cut the slack and bring it back it's a wrap
Pyronetic spittin special edition kicks
Illin in the village with Dynasty Visions
Dreams of major league pitching
Me and Bishop sufferin from
Ill young nigga syndrome
Killin shit and we co-defendants
Sittin back chilling rooms
Be marijuana scented
Egyptian gold my nigga got Cleopatra women
When you start the race
I be at the finish line illin
Who am I? Mr never Money Over My Niggas
Gluteus grippin She got nubian beginnings
She truthfully gifted
I caress her that's player pimpin
Ima fucking villain so fuck the system
Fuck if they feel this
Raptors Jacket Cash in the Denim
Time is money and I got mad money invested
In this rap shit
Dwarf a giant when I rap shit
So much beyond the surface if
You can pass this
Everything written in the Moon and the stars
And everything under the Sun has been done
But this shit right here?
There'll never be another
I said this shit right here?
There'll never be another
A nigga tryna get it a scene
That ain't hard to find
I'm hoping that lines or dimes will
Leave me the lines of dimes
Whether bitches or riches
I'm tryna avoid the stitches
Wanna be taking pictures with fans
Saying my rhymes vicious my mind gifted
Lines wicked try and switch this
Nigga up in the rough
And disrupting the sudden force
Of corrupt niggas must
Think they getting something from me
Since I got to the money
Even Elders been acting funny
And honeys no longer dummies
Remember when I was bummy, no clothes
With more foes coming by the boatload
A chokehold, is what I got the game in
You straining, I'm entertaining
Fans killing all the remaining
Patience, impatiently, wait and see
I murder rappers and on a daily basis we
Breaking weed
Baking these tracks your ass lack
You wanna react
Cut the slack and bring it back it's a wrap