Royce da 5'9", June the Great - Wall Street lyrics
[Royce da 5'9", June the Great - Wall Street lyrics]
You are now rocking to the sounds
Of my dawg dJ Green Lantern
Bar Exam 2 nigga it's
A motherfuckin' holiday bitches
I slang hope to the world
Like my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your father while
I'm fuckin' yo momma drama
But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own
Blowin' my own horn
Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas
I had to shout him out he's from the south
Got pussy with me for my
Brother when he get out no doubt
It goes one for the money two for the show
Three for the MIC now let's go
June's flow is pro
Turn my speakers up louder learn my shit
Then recite it up in the shower no homo
Yeah, peep my promo on behalf
Of the Bar Exam 2
This is my message from me to you
They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone
But that'll never happen cause I
Got way too many songs
MC's take note, but don't quote too much
Find your own style and get 'mo in touch
Plus pussy make the world go round and
Mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'ma stop, nobody knows
You don't want me close to ya
Scared I might roast ya
But if I should stop
Then who these streets gonna toast to?
Here's the book of life
I just wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat
By the smell of my purple haze
Hey, Grand River niggas up to no good
June 1st i bring you all closer to my hood
Wall Street wall Street
Yeah, yeah uh huh
My appetite for destruction
My type to do the bustin'
I eat the beat up like I
Got an appetite for percussion
Lighten the mood like it's
Night and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them shrooms but
This ain't no food fight witch
I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type
My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you, sneeze i'll wet you, sleeves
Your arms ain't like ours yet, nigga
Our recipe is beef on a platter
Go on and chatter, it don't matter
My cheese
I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter
I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way
I'm Underground like the Railroad
I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day
Can only compare me to drugs
I take a nigga way from
Him like Jared from Subway
You, could, never ever be on my level
You don't know what you're in but you're in
Urine guns like I took a pee on my metal
Just me and my shuttle we fly
We go together like my feet and my petal
We ride how could I not be greatest?
When I got Muhammad Ali boxin'
Inside me in Vegas aye
Haters i just wanna say this
I know I'm underrated
But I ain't under paid when
It comes to makin' money
I'm so hot I feel like the son of Satan
I'm so hot I feel like the sun is hatin'
Your bitch hhhhuhhhhuhhhh
Breathin' like a hundred H's
I am the reason for your under takin'
There's only one equation
And it equals I am the sum of greatness
Yeah, yeah uh huh
Of my dawg dJ Green Lantern
Bar Exam 2 nigga it's
A motherfuckin' holiday bitches
I slang hope to the world
Like my name was Obama
Shakin' hands with your father while
I'm fuckin' yo momma drama
But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own
Blowin' my own horn
Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas
I had to shout him out he's from the south
Got pussy with me for my
Brother when he get out no doubt
It goes one for the money two for the show
Three for the MIC now let's go
June's flow is pro
Turn my speakers up louder learn my shit
Then recite it up in the shower no homo
Yeah, peep my promo on behalf
Of the Bar Exam 2
This is my message from me to you
They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone
But that'll never happen cause I
Got way too many songs
MC's take note, but don't quote too much
Find your own style and get 'mo in touch
Plus pussy make the world go round and
Mine spinnin' out of control
Where I'ma stop, nobody knows
You don't want me close to ya
Scared I might roast ya
But if I should stop
Then who these streets gonna toast to?
Here's the book of life
I just wrote you a new page
Inspired by the beat
By the smell of my purple haze
Hey, Grand River niggas up to no good
June 1st i bring you all closer to my hood
Wall Street wall Street
Yeah, yeah uh huh
My appetite for destruction
My type to do the bustin'
I eat the beat up like I
Got an appetite for percussion
Lighten the mood like it's
Night and there's moonlight
Platoon, high on them shrooms but
This ain't no food fight witch
I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type
My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit
God bless you, sneeze i'll wet you, sleeves
Your arms ain't like ours yet, nigga
Our recipe is beef on a platter
Go on and chatter, it don't matter
My cheese
I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter
I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way
I'm Underground like the Railroad
I'm prepared to get ugly
My narrative thug day
Can only compare me to drugs
I take a nigga way from
Him like Jared from Subway
You, could, never ever be on my level
You don't know what you're in but you're in
Urine guns like I took a pee on my metal
Just me and my shuttle we fly
We go together like my feet and my petal
We ride how could I not be greatest?
When I got Muhammad Ali boxin'
Inside me in Vegas aye
Haters i just wanna say this
I know I'm underrated
But I ain't under paid when
It comes to makin' money
I'm so hot I feel like the son of Satan
I'm so hot I feel like the sun is hatin'
Your bitch hhhhuhhhhuhhhh
Breathin' like a hundred H's
I am the reason for your under takin'
There's only one equation
And it equals I am the sum of greatness
Yeah, yeah uh huh