Blueprint - Trump Tight lyrics
[Blueprint - Trump Tight lyrics]
Yeah, yeah sound fresh
You know who it is uh, huh
Shit trump tight uh, huh
Fresh shit yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I gotta get mines by any means necessary
I heard it fine when my man
Biggie said it to me fuck bitches get money
Self explanatory more money more problems
But that's another story
It won't happen if the album ain't legendary
Drop a classic everything else is secondary
My fam struggled so long it feel hereditary
Bill collectors call until they see
Us in the cemetery he in his room gazing out
From the second story
Sometime he write until the
Night blend into morning
The temp low brainstorms
Turning into flurries
The album cold like he wrote
It all in January is he taking too long
Is people getting worried
Is he writing songs
Is he running out of money
Kinda funny how we got 'em all speculating
Take it all in stride as
Long as they anticipating
When it's done right then they gotta listen
It's like sunlight shining in
Your line of vision
If it's trump tight put me in position
Well alright time to get it
Yeah sound beautiful
Shit's tight right trump tight
Printmatic i ain't gotta fucking tell you
I know what it is
Chicks wasn't screwing us
They was moving in a rush seen 'em moving up
Now they on some, "Hey, dude what up"
But nothing they can do for us
We been taught to do it up
But, it's kind of scary what
Doing us do to us bored with everything
And good isn't good enough
Didn't know to sit before 'cause
I was busy getting drunk
Glad I ain't to far gone to give it up
Without the alcohol all I want to
Do is read a book it sure as hell beats the
Hell out of being numb
Might as well sit in a cell
And never see the sun
A third done but really feeling
Like he just begun
Carousel into another world having fun
Have a son raise him like a samurai
Swing swords and do homework by candlelight
Play drums read books write battle rhymes
Better than his pops on the mic
By the time he five
You know who it is uh, huh
Shit trump tight uh, huh
Fresh shit yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I gotta get mines by any means necessary
I heard it fine when my man
Biggie said it to me fuck bitches get money
Self explanatory more money more problems
But that's another story
It won't happen if the album ain't legendary
Drop a classic everything else is secondary
My fam struggled so long it feel hereditary
Bill collectors call until they see
Us in the cemetery he in his room gazing out
From the second story
Sometime he write until the
Night blend into morning
The temp low brainstorms
Turning into flurries
The album cold like he wrote
It all in January is he taking too long
Is people getting worried
Is he writing songs
Is he running out of money
Kinda funny how we got 'em all speculating
Take it all in stride as
Long as they anticipating
When it's done right then they gotta listen
It's like sunlight shining in
Your line of vision
If it's trump tight put me in position
Well alright time to get it
Yeah sound beautiful
Shit's tight right trump tight
Printmatic i ain't gotta fucking tell you
I know what it is
Chicks wasn't screwing us
They was moving in a rush seen 'em moving up
Now they on some, "Hey, dude what up"
But nothing they can do for us
We been taught to do it up
But, it's kind of scary what
Doing us do to us bored with everything
And good isn't good enough
Didn't know to sit before 'cause
I was busy getting drunk
Glad I ain't to far gone to give it up
Without the alcohol all I want to
Do is read a book it sure as hell beats the
Hell out of being numb
Might as well sit in a cell
And never see the sun
A third done but really feeling
Like he just begun
Carousel into another world having fun
Have a son raise him like a samurai
Swing swords and do homework by candlelight
Play drums read books write battle rhymes
Better than his pops on the mic
By the time he five