Smoke DZA, Bodega Bamz, Vado - Uptown lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Bodega Bamz, Vado - Uptown lyrics]
Ugh, it's no lectures when they firin'
Either you under pressure or you applyin' it
Weighing coke by the measures
Or you supplyin' it
No matter how much the cheddar
Ain't no retirement
Play by the oath, then put a quarter in
Before you see the growth
You got to water it gucci fur coats
Tryin' to keep my daughter in
I'm Rich Porter and Mr porter reportin' this
Ugh, enough raw to make the dog sick
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
Fuck a five star suite, I need a fortress
And if ever I swipe, I use the corporate
Ragu approved, you now where the sauce is
If it ain't A1, I never force it
Any any given moment, I turn off the faucet
Have you in a drought feeling nauseous
Of course these niggas is gon' hate
Best part of the night is making it home safe
Takin' it home safe, cake in your safe
Niggas at the table but
Eatin' the wrong plates
They bringin' the wrong steaks
I ain't givin' them no breaks (C'mon, L)
They silly, I really be thinkin' they on base
(C'mon, Son) they sealin' they own fate
They really be all fake
(They killin' us out here)
Champagne pourin', I'm bringin' my own case
And I I probably won't drink
They cut my face
So I smile a little different
I'm from the east
My style a little different
9-11, my dial a little different
Behind bars, my child a little different
How this nigga different?
I point the cal a little different
Sideways, I'm a G, crime pays
Covered in oil, don't call me "Goldy"
Everybody getting shot like Horry
Don't get your man bury like Gordy
I'm gonna have forty under forty
Big baller, Dwayne Johnson with the powder
Just to make the money rain
We was skippin' showers
I'm too dignified, I'm all about honor
These niggas sell they soul for a dollar
I birth niggas but I'm a disappointed father
My sons became prodigals just
To make a profit
I'm a eastside legend, I don't say much
I don't need to prove shit, I ain't made up
Fresh like a new car smell, check the make up
God forgive em, I be talking to my maker
Like give me the strength and keep
Me safe on the streets
Cause nowadays being fake is real
I lost track, who is who?
Sound the same, who is who?
I ain't finish school, got the E-Class
Baby blue like the tar heels
How this nigga cross over?
I was never shy, even as a cub
Word to Sammy Sosa
I'm the Dominican hope that
They was hoping for
Had Dascha Polanco when she open four
The ain't teach her no manners
So I had to open doors for her
Everybody on the east, walk with me
Looking real chic, put sand in my backyard
Made my own beach, somewhere you can't reach
Some niggas gon' learn
Some niggas gon' teach
Some niggas can't speak
Keep your mouth closed
Some niggas got a name but they ain't earn it
I ain't crossing the bridge
Unless it's burning
I don't give a fuck, I did it my way
Different
I'm from Harlem, talented and gifted papi
Either you under pressure or you applyin' it
Weighing coke by the measures
Or you supplyin' it
No matter how much the cheddar
Ain't no retirement
Play by the oath, then put a quarter in
Before you see the growth
You got to water it gucci fur coats
Tryin' to keep my daughter in
I'm Rich Porter and Mr porter reportin' this
Ugh, enough raw to make the dog sick
Fuck a U-Haul truck, I need a forklift
Fuck a five star suite, I need a fortress
And if ever I swipe, I use the corporate
Ragu approved, you now where the sauce is
If it ain't A1, I never force it
Any any given moment, I turn off the faucet
Have you in a drought feeling nauseous
Of course these niggas is gon' hate
Best part of the night is making it home safe
Takin' it home safe, cake in your safe
Niggas at the table but
Eatin' the wrong plates
They bringin' the wrong steaks
I ain't givin' them no breaks (C'mon, L)
They silly, I really be thinkin' they on base
(C'mon, Son) they sealin' they own fate
They really be all fake
(They killin' us out here)
Champagne pourin', I'm bringin' my own case
And I I probably won't drink
They cut my face
So I smile a little different
I'm from the east
My style a little different
9-11, my dial a little different
Behind bars, my child a little different
How this nigga different?
I point the cal a little different
Sideways, I'm a G, crime pays
Covered in oil, don't call me "Goldy"
Everybody getting shot like Horry
Don't get your man bury like Gordy
I'm gonna have forty under forty
Big baller, Dwayne Johnson with the powder
Just to make the money rain
We was skippin' showers
I'm too dignified, I'm all about honor
These niggas sell they soul for a dollar
I birth niggas but I'm a disappointed father
My sons became prodigals just
To make a profit
I'm a eastside legend, I don't say much
I don't need to prove shit, I ain't made up
Fresh like a new car smell, check the make up
God forgive em, I be talking to my maker
Like give me the strength and keep
Me safe on the streets
Cause nowadays being fake is real
I lost track, who is who?
Sound the same, who is who?
I ain't finish school, got the E-Class
Baby blue like the tar heels
How this nigga cross over?
I was never shy, even as a cub
Word to Sammy Sosa
I'm the Dominican hope that
They was hoping for
Had Dascha Polanco when she open four
The ain't teach her no manners
So I had to open doors for her
Everybody on the east, walk with me
Looking real chic, put sand in my backyard
Made my own beach, somewhere you can't reach
Some niggas gon' learn
Some niggas gon' teach
Some niggas can't speak
Keep your mouth closed
Some niggas got a name but they ain't earn it
I ain't crossing the bridge
Unless it's burning
I don't give a fuck, I did it my way
Different
I'm from Harlem, talented and gifted papi