Jon Bellion, Travis Mendes, B.Keyz, RZA, Roc Marciano - Let's Begin lyrics

You already know how we came up (Came up)
I'm sayin' it was a real pain in the butt
(Ow)
If it's paper to touch, we may just cut you
Scrapin' it up get your trachea cut and then
Escape in a truck
Smudge a lady makeup, bang the trey-eighty
Wake the baby up
I just came for the weight like a gymnasium
I'm finna spray everything in my radius
Lately, my skin been lookin' radiant
The Mercedes is eighties sent
I have three sixes in my fade like Damien
I'd die before I let the jakes take me in
Baby, we everything we say we is (Facts)
My stable of women couldn't
Fit in the stadium (No)
They sayin' me and Jon Bellion
We some aliens
And durags had us lookin' like Saudi Arabians
(Wow)


Your wave miscellaneous, we some ladies men
(M-m-m) it's Roc, Marcberg be the alias
Now let's begin

Was never focused on gettin' bigger
Just gettin' better
That's why I keep gettin'
Bigger after every record said I got lucky
The last record that y'all was blessed with
Watch me give you sequels
I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon
I let the talent speak volumes
That's why there's different levels
I stopped the flexin' on socials
Corny shit to impress you
You get too famous
Then everything in your life is stressful
There's a big difference 'tween bein'
Known and bein' successful
Great grandfather
An immigrant from the Naples district
Dirty Guinea crew in the cut
Call that the true incision
My wife thicker than liquor
Soaked in Italian biscuit's
Cookin' minestron' every Sunday
Call that a superstition
I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn
The winter's reaper
I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted
That's just for leisure
I'm really better than everybody
Pretends to be so ask the label now
Why the fuck would I want an urban feature?
"I love the song and we really
Wanna know how you made it"
Or I could keep all you
Wonderin' how we been creatin'
It's annoyin' when cameras catchin'
Your every statement
And I've had enough of these
Corny artists that replicate it
Champagne supernovas destroy the
Morning glory
I'd rather build an oasis sober
And thrive at fourty don't get me wrong
I've been celebratin' the life before me
But I see the wisdom in
Moderation for certain stories
When you're afraid to hurt feelings
You water down the worth
I'm done pretendin' your record's great
And I'm down to work
Plus, I'll be actressin' and
Mixed with sociopath-issin'
And when I'm worried about bein' famous
For bein' down to earth i spoke with Yahweh
He told me Jesus grafted us in
Which means my brother's my brother
It don't matter the skin
America needs to watch how they
Treat His chosen people
But that's for deeper than surface records
Now let's begin

Now let's begin yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, uh now let's begin

Uh, foot on the gas, foot on your neck, uh
One mashin', other gaspin' for a breath
I'm unclassed
Capital punishment blast backwards
You tumblin'
Trash rappers who mumblin' for respect
I'm uncheckable, wide open
The foul technical go full press
I still glide like Clyde Drexler do
I'm done testin' two times over
I'll get the best of you
Better pay attention
Two eyes open wide when I execute
And I been waitin' so long
That you asked for this
Try to give me your table scraps
I'ma give you my ass to kiss
I won't even wait for the dap
You'll get faded right after this
A masochist who ready to face
The masses like Catholics, uh
And you can tell the whole school
I'm prepped for the glory
In the presence of your professor
Attendance is mandatory
With a weapon, freshman semester
You test the mess, it get gory
I'm just here to kill the game
Let the messenger tell the story

Now let's begin now let's begin

Palms in the sky, I'm feelin' angel high
Funk got me sanctified
(Funk got me sanctified) swim to the light
Come save your soul tonight
Funk got me sanctified (Uh huh, oh, hey hey)
Funk got me sanctified (Oh hey oh oh)
Funk got me sanctified (Oh, oh)
Palms in the sky, I'm feelin' angel high
(Palms in the sky, I'm feelin')
Funk got me sanctified
(Funk got me sanctified) swim to the light
Come save your soul tonight (Oh oh, hey hey)
Funk got me sanctified (Oh, Oh, my God)