DOM KENNEDY, Frank.S - LAX lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Frank.S - LAX lyrics]
Yeah (Mike & Keys)
Ayy
Writing every day for seven years
It was hard but fuck it
Still worth it because it led us here
Two of everything like Noah's Ark
I’m the 21st century Mozart and
You'll get blown apart
I don't like many rappers really
They start acting silly
Ask your new bitch, man, she gotta feel me
I’ve been framed by the dirty opps
They been running with our style for years
I'm here to take my spot
While they perpetrate gangsta
I'll be counting twenty G's in
Chase with the banker
Kid, this Other People's Money
When I come out if it's cloudy
I'm gon' make that shit sunny
I love a good, hard rap song no autotune
Nobody crying all on the microphone
If you need a ghostwriter, you are not hot
She finna fly to LAX just to give me top
Sitting on Highland up at Fat Sal’s
I’m the golden child mixed with Kevin Liles
Down for everything but backing down
Call me Ron Artest how I move the crowd (Uh)
He a slut, he a ho, he a freak
Got a different look every day of the week
See the thing about me is I'm serious
My dream was to fill a
Shoebox with all Benjamins
Ugh, I could never sell my piece
It ain’t no feat
Solidified in the city 'cause of old beef
Coming live from these streets
On these soul beats
Pockets used to be on E, now it's OD
Ugh, I thank God I'm a boss
I used to walk then I spent
A car on the cross
Aaliyah with these bags ’cause I'm
Back and I'm forth
Other People Money on track to the Forbes
(Other People's Money)
I like that (Ha ha ha)
The truth you're now hearing
And I'm God-fearing
I be power steering in something wicked
Careful on depreciating assets
If it's not an AMG, they could send it back
Big Daddy Kane said don't half step
I'ma rep the set 'til my last breath
Are you gon' fold when it's crunch time?
Did you have on Chuck Taylors
In the lunch line
Or the new Ken Griffeys if I switched up
I think radio should pick us up
It's the, fitted-wearing
Nothing less than McLaren
If we talking foreign
Those keep girls staring
Uh, you know I be abusing 'em
The best out right now over drums
This real nigga shit don't got a off button
You looking good, baby, take off something
Send it through the mail
Watch it triple sales
White tuxedo, socks pastel
I'm the one like Booker for the Suns
Shorty had low self-esteem, I coached her up
Told her she don't need likes
We know what's up
I know that pussy is fire, a Molotov
Cocktails, talking over money trails
Hope our kids see college, grow up
Run for mayor
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can't keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I'ma get mine
Everything I wanted in my lifetime
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can't keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I'ma get mine
Everything I wanted in my lifetime
(Mike and Keys)
Ayy
Writing every day for seven years
It was hard but fuck it
Still worth it because it led us here
Two of everything like Noah's Ark
I’m the 21st century Mozart and
You'll get blown apart
I don't like many rappers really
They start acting silly
Ask your new bitch, man, she gotta feel me
I’ve been framed by the dirty opps
They been running with our style for years
I'm here to take my spot
While they perpetrate gangsta
I'll be counting twenty G's in
Chase with the banker
Kid, this Other People's Money
When I come out if it's cloudy
I'm gon' make that shit sunny
I love a good, hard rap song no autotune
Nobody crying all on the microphone
If you need a ghostwriter, you are not hot
She finna fly to LAX just to give me top
Sitting on Highland up at Fat Sal’s
I’m the golden child mixed with Kevin Liles
Down for everything but backing down
Call me Ron Artest how I move the crowd (Uh)
He a slut, he a ho, he a freak
Got a different look every day of the week
See the thing about me is I'm serious
My dream was to fill a
Shoebox with all Benjamins
Ugh, I could never sell my piece
It ain’t no feat
Solidified in the city 'cause of old beef
Coming live from these streets
On these soul beats
Pockets used to be on E, now it's OD
Ugh, I thank God I'm a boss
I used to walk then I spent
A car on the cross
Aaliyah with these bags ’cause I'm
Back and I'm forth
Other People Money on track to the Forbes
(Other People's Money)
I like that (Ha ha ha)
The truth you're now hearing
And I'm God-fearing
I be power steering in something wicked
Careful on depreciating assets
If it's not an AMG, they could send it back
Big Daddy Kane said don't half step
I'ma rep the set 'til my last breath
Are you gon' fold when it's crunch time?
Did you have on Chuck Taylors
In the lunch line
Or the new Ken Griffeys if I switched up
I think radio should pick us up
It's the, fitted-wearing
Nothing less than McLaren
If we talking foreign
Those keep girls staring
Uh, you know I be abusing 'em
The best out right now over drums
This real nigga shit don't got a off button
You looking good, baby, take off something
Send it through the mail
Watch it triple sales
White tuxedo, socks pastel
I'm the one like Booker for the Suns
Shorty had low self-esteem, I coached her up
Told her she don't need likes
We know what's up
I know that pussy is fire, a Molotov
Cocktails, talking over money trails
Hope our kids see college, grow up
Run for mayor
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can't keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I'ma get mine
Everything I wanted in my lifetime
Gotta keep rolling through the sunshine
But I can't keep ducking from the one-time
If the beats keep coming, I'ma get mine
Everything I wanted in my lifetime
(Mike and Keys)