Cashus King, Blu - Heron lyrics
[Cashus King, Blu - Heron lyrics]
I leave 'em froze like heron in your nose
She dips dives with me my life is no mystery
I travel round this world
And tell her gently televisioning history
Uneducated black men, they don't exist
We own this shit, no Sicily pardon my french
Miss me with the kiss and the crack
My mission is max bitches, business benjamin
Flip the channel just to see if you last
For they overcast, overprice
Overlook your life from the over past
I coast a slower path nice and smooth
Mics and music
Fill a pool up with priceless jewels
Ice included i could do this shit sleepin'
Do it on weekends do it no ink pen
Put on a, I start feasting
What's your purpose in life
Is it positive, is it negative
You need a sedative
Something meditative or medicinal
Show your disguise
Before they own your demise
I'm closer from high to open the sky
Nowhere to hide this is God's view
Riders need someone to ride to
Why choose anyone besides Blu to guide you
Look, no crook
But that stilly still still is real
Sinning sinners lead my inner feeling ill
I can kill so they gave me a mic
I eat your skills, no price
Throw your dice, ya life is on the grill
We hungry, we throw money
No dummy, I could have crashed
In a comfy interior decorated by facts
What's the difference between living
And living the dream
When you're living the dream
Your living room is on a screen
I invited a billion listeners
To witness my steam you hot air
Turn off the heat, you not there
Turn on the beat, we right there
Nike airs dipping on with the flash
Nobody care if we the illest team, nigga
Blu, Young Chemist, Cashus King, nigga
I leave 'em froze like heron in your nose
She dips dives with me my life is no mystery
I travel round this world
And tell her gently televisioning history
Uneducated black men, they don't exist
We own this shit, no Sicily pardon my french
Miss me with the kiss and the crack
My mission is max bitches, business benjamin
Flip the channel just to see if you last
For they overcast, overprice
Overlook your life from the over past
I coast a slower path nice and smooth
Mics and music
Fill a pool up with priceless jewels
Ice included i could do this shit sleepin'
Do it on weekends do it no ink pen
Put on a, I start feasting
What's your purpose in life
Is it positive, is it negative
You need a sedative
Something meditative or medicinal
Show your disguise
Before they own your demise
I'm closer from high to open the sky
Nowhere to hide this is God's view
Riders need someone to ride to
Why choose anyone besides Blu to guide you
Look, no crook
But that stilly still still is real
Sinning sinners lead my inner feeling ill
I can kill so they gave me a mic
I eat your skills, no price
Throw your dice, ya life is on the grill
We hungry, we throw money
No dummy, I could have crashed
In a comfy interior decorated by facts
What's the difference between living
And living the dream
When you're living the dream
Your living room is on a screen
I invited a billion listeners
To witness my steam you hot air
Turn off the heat, you not there
Turn on the beat, we right there
Nike airs dipping on with the flash
Nobody care if we the illest team, nigga
Blu, Young Chemist, Cashus King, nigga
I leave 'em froze like heron in your nose