Murs, Fashawn, Krondon - Yellow Tape lyrics
[Murs, Fashawn, Krondon - Yellow Tape lyrics]
I never wear nothing smaller than a 34 jean
Or maybe 32, but at least I keep 'em clean
And I don't rock nothing bigger
Than 758 sized fitteds
A fly nigga, word to my regime
I'm devastating
The one that every rapper fears
Elevating, floating past the stratosphere
I heard you got a buzz going on for yourself
That's fucking awesome
Ain't that the same kid we seen
In South by in Austin?
I started out with the
Youngins on the strip
But now all I get his hella money when I spit
I swear I came up from a onion to a brick
How will you sloppy ass niggas
Ever amount to shit? I'm game type
Naming lice
It ain't a game, I'm aiming precise
Pay with your life
You better watch how you moving
Running up on Fash
Do it bare face, I don't need no mask, nigga
Come take a trip 'round my way
A place where weird kids don't play everyday
You see the caution tape when
Somebody caught a case
And I'm just trying to stay in my
Lane and beat the papers up
Staying papered up, pape pape papered up
Papered up, pape pape papered up
Papered up, pape pape papered up
I beat them haters up, staying papered up
I never thought twice about running
From the one time
Getting duckies under the California sunshine
I always thought I'd be the first
To leave the east-side in a hearse
To reside in the dirt
Man, I been on this shit, I been on the grind
I been on the spit
Nigga, I been on the shine
I won't ever
Let this game get the best of me
So you can't ever
Make me swallow my integrity
Years after I leave this Earth
I'll probably resurrect, come back even worse
Cause it's only two ways to
Come up in this game
That's hustle over time and stay in your line
And I'd be damned if I don't get mine
At the end of the day, I still got that nine
So watch what you say
And watch what you do
Cause, I might be the one
To blow up the top of your coupe
I've never been the one to
Shy away from the truth
So high I might rise out the booth
Align, motherfucker
And this is the guy you recruit?
I can't be responsible
If he dives of the roof
How you think I'm supposed to act?
Tell me, how the fuck am I supposed to rap?
You better know where you stand
And watch who you trust
Especially dealing with guys like us, nigga
Or maybe 32, but at least I keep 'em clean
And I don't rock nothing bigger
Than 758 sized fitteds
A fly nigga, word to my regime
I'm devastating
The one that every rapper fears
Elevating, floating past the stratosphere
I heard you got a buzz going on for yourself
That's fucking awesome
Ain't that the same kid we seen
In South by in Austin?
I started out with the
Youngins on the strip
But now all I get his hella money when I spit
I swear I came up from a onion to a brick
How will you sloppy ass niggas
Ever amount to shit? I'm game type
Naming lice
It ain't a game, I'm aiming precise
Pay with your life
You better watch how you moving
Running up on Fash
Do it bare face, I don't need no mask, nigga
Come take a trip 'round my way
A place where weird kids don't play everyday
You see the caution tape when
Somebody caught a case
And I'm just trying to stay in my
Lane and beat the papers up
Staying papered up, pape pape papered up
Papered up, pape pape papered up
Papered up, pape pape papered up
I beat them haters up, staying papered up
I never thought twice about running
From the one time
Getting duckies under the California sunshine
I always thought I'd be the first
To leave the east-side in a hearse
To reside in the dirt
Man, I been on this shit, I been on the grind
I been on the spit
Nigga, I been on the shine
I won't ever
Let this game get the best of me
So you can't ever
Make me swallow my integrity
Years after I leave this Earth
I'll probably resurrect, come back even worse
Cause it's only two ways to
Come up in this game
That's hustle over time and stay in your line
And I'd be damned if I don't get mine
At the end of the day, I still got that nine
So watch what you say
And watch what you do
Cause, I might be the one
To blow up the top of your coupe
I've never been the one to
Shy away from the truth
So high I might rise out the booth
Align, motherfucker
And this is the guy you recruit?
I can't be responsible
If he dives of the roof
How you think I'm supposed to act?
Tell me, how the fuck am I supposed to rap?
You better know where you stand
And watch who you trust
Especially dealing with guys like us, nigga