Curren$y, Smoke DZA, Harry Fraud - First Light lyrics
[Curren$y, Smoke DZA, Harry Fraud - First Light lyrics]
Exiting the striker boat clean as fuck
Eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, it's in the walls
It's in the floor that's old news
The real drugs is in the flow
Gold shoes, Dayton spokes on the 94
Fleet wood, my weed and
Fucking my bottom bitch, help me sleep good
G's spent on that motor work
Monsters under these hoods
Clique too thick for you to see through it
You know how we do it
Way different from them
Momma who let them in
Undesirables non-viable
This is what them bosses
Flick them lighters to
Yeah, yeah this is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right) this that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted (Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it (Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame
Give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk trough Harlem and
It's nothin' but love
A1 under these rap gods
That's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool
Most of these niggas is sus
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated
Never duplicated
If you don't fill that then
Chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous
Look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground
Where real niggas round
I can see through the fake
Love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin I don't kick it wit em
No verses they can copy
As long as they got the ticket for it dZA
Yeah this is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right) this that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted (Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it (Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
Eatin' millions and shittin' soap
Its in the ceilings, it's in the walls
It's in the floor that's old news
The real drugs is in the flow
Gold shoes, Dayton spokes on the 94
Fleet wood, my weed and
Fucking my bottom bitch, help me sleep good
G's spent on that motor work
Monsters under these hoods
Clique too thick for you to see through it
You know how we do it
Way different from them
Momma who let them in
Undesirables non-viable
This is what them bosses
Flick them lighters to
Yeah, yeah this is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right) this that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted (Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it (Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted
Riiiiiight, fuck the fame
Give me the money and bud
Nigga could walk trough Harlem and
It's nothin' but love
A1 under these rap gods
That's fuckin' with us
They don't even look cool
Most of these niggas is sus
You rockin' with the innovators, imitated
Never duplicated
If you don't fill that then
Chances is you a hater
I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous
Look at you
All in your feelings, you can't help it
Nigga look at the ground
Where real niggas round
I can see through the fake
Love and fake pounds
I ain't trippin I don't kick it wit em
No verses they can copy
As long as they got the ticket for it dZA
Yeah this is Harlem and New Orleans
This is old schools and drop foreigns
(Right) this that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted (Right)
I hope you suckas are ready for it
You know your bitches waiting on it (Uh)
This that first smoke of the morning
This that shit you always wanted