Skyzoo - '95 Bad Boy Logo lyrics
[Skyzoo - '95 Bad Boy Logo lyrics]
The agenda don't ever change much
The same from when we came up
It stick with us now
To fit a crown without fucking your fade up
You double down on your way up
Up on your way
Up for the day til the day done
Night turn to drop jeeps and Alize runs
The soundtrack to it in the
Back where the weight's tucked
The baselines cover bass lines
Til the tape stuck
Fast forward to the B-sides
Where the tape run
We kept the drop jeeps but turned
The rest into Spade runs
Running for chart space
Running like if we was running off of a court
Date with a gun in the door safe
Red bones at the light
Fuck with this car chase
Bunch of Lorel's got it looking like 4 Faiths
Drawn to the light post, right so
Rightfully hypefully know that we just
Want the allure straight
Playing BYOBs up in Kum Kau
Like y'all don't sell Privilege
So we just brought it with us
And we just want the finals to
Not feel like a scrimmage
It ain't about the title it's who
You bodied to get it and anybody can get it
Word to a Sean Combs remix
And whatever Sean Combs did, we did
Same rule applied like summersaulting
A key out, key in
Shit is ordained like a prefix
All we really wanted was a '95 bad boy logo
On the back of a letterman
Backstage at letterman
Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in
Patent leather 11s and
The band play the record and
Puff screaming how we won't stop
While I get settled in
To the swing of the record and
Then the swing of the record is
Tryna mimic this St laz piece
Over my neck and I
Get to swinging this rhetoric
Fulton street benevolent
But rap like a clip off
The waist before the sedatives
OZ orchestra, theme music for peddlers
But back to the scene and the
Stage that I was setting and
The feeling of a Hitman record gets
Higher than Branson, or fly as a Vanson
Or fly as BIG buying keys outta advances
Fuck up a bag and run it back or run it round
Rollie's in the sky
Bet nobody brung 'em down
And when he told you "t-bone steak
Cheese eggs and welches grape"
I grew up between Mikes and Country House
Mikes is better
The lights is better when you underneath
You light up whoever when you wanna eat
Looking up to a logo of a toddler
With his fist in the air
Or letting the lama rip in the air
Because all we really wanted was
A '95 Bad Boy logo
On the back of a letterman
Backstage at Letterman
Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in
Patent leather 11s and
The band play the record and
Puff screaming how we won't stop
While I get settled in
To the swing of the record and
Then the swing of the record is
Tryna mimic this St laz piece
Over my neck and bet
That I don't gotta loop this no more
You get the messages right?
The same from when we came up
It stick with us now
To fit a crown without fucking your fade up
You double down on your way up
Up on your way
Up for the day til the day done
Night turn to drop jeeps and Alize runs
The soundtrack to it in the
Back where the weight's tucked
The baselines cover bass lines
Til the tape stuck
Fast forward to the B-sides
Where the tape run
We kept the drop jeeps but turned
The rest into Spade runs
Running for chart space
Running like if we was running off of a court
Date with a gun in the door safe
Red bones at the light
Fuck with this car chase
Bunch of Lorel's got it looking like 4 Faiths
Drawn to the light post, right so
Rightfully hypefully know that we just
Want the allure straight
Playing BYOBs up in Kum Kau
Like y'all don't sell Privilege
So we just brought it with us
And we just want the finals to
Not feel like a scrimmage
It ain't about the title it's who
You bodied to get it and anybody can get it
Word to a Sean Combs remix
And whatever Sean Combs did, we did
Same rule applied like summersaulting
A key out, key in
Shit is ordained like a prefix
All we really wanted was a '95 bad boy logo
On the back of a letterman
Backstage at letterman
Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in
Patent leather 11s and
The band play the record and
Puff screaming how we won't stop
While I get settled in
To the swing of the record and
Then the swing of the record is
Tryna mimic this St laz piece
Over my neck and I
Get to swinging this rhetoric
Fulton street benevolent
But rap like a clip off
The waist before the sedatives
OZ orchestra, theme music for peddlers
But back to the scene and the
Stage that I was setting and
The feeling of a Hitman record gets
Higher than Branson, or fly as a Vanson
Or fly as BIG buying keys outta advances
Fuck up a bag and run it back or run it round
Rollie's in the sky
Bet nobody brung 'em down
And when he told you "t-bone steak
Cheese eggs and welches grape"
I grew up between Mikes and Country House
Mikes is better
The lights is better when you underneath
You light up whoever when you wanna eat
Looking up to a logo of a toddler
With his fist in the air
Or letting the lama rip in the air
Because all we really wanted was
A '95 Bad Boy logo
On the back of a letterman
Backstage at Letterman
Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in
Patent leather 11s and
The band play the record and
Puff screaming how we won't stop
While I get settled in
To the swing of the record and
Then the swing of the record is
Tryna mimic this St laz piece
Over my neck and bet
That I don't gotta loop this no more
You get the messages right?