Jose Canseco
(专辑: FLYGOD Is An Awesome God 2 - 2020)
Brr, ayo Griselda Brr, ayo Ayo, the
marvelous (The marvelous, ah), the
gorgeous (The gorgeous, ah) Twin Porsches (Twin Porsches, skrrt), the
exalted (The exalted) The
archer (The archer), Prada parka with the
shotgun Every time the
wind blow, I
wanna pop something (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) You never shot nothing (Uh-uh, ah), imagine my vision I
had the
Linda Farrows tinted, Pérignon washing my Hell's chicken (Ah) Over stoves, ambitions (Whip) I'm from the
same streets as Bust-a-Brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous (Ah) Fifteen hundred on the
kicks and them shits feo (Them shits feo) Cookie or mayo jar, Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr) Jose Canseco (Brr, Jose Canseco) Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr, brr, brr) Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco, brr) Jose Canseco (Brr) Ayo, born a
god, rocking Human Made (Rocking Human Made) Double up to a
Geiger, sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name My lil' niggas still shoot for fame (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Moms don't work, pops skated, you don't know the
pain (You don't know the
pain) Heron Preston rain jumper, don't know the
rain (Don't know the
rain) What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine (Ah) Kerry James in the
dope spot (In the
dope spot) Handed purple tops out the
door knob Wow, uh In a
Tesla swerving (Swerving on these niggas) Talking to my man, he said the
last batch that came in was worthless I
told him, "Nah, when it cook like that is just a
bit of a
burden (That's it) Just drop the
price a
couple points and keep servin'" Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy See the
heat coming off the
hundreds, the
money burning (We hot) These labels still jerking I
heard your deal came with a
hundred thousand and some Jergens (Damn) These fake boss niggas is really workers I
follow the
bricks, I
seen the
wizard behind the
curtain (I seen it) They talk big 'til we catch 'em in person They talk big 'til we shoot they Suburban (Brr, bah, bah) Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the
next Verzuz Two stoves side by side, I
bet I
work him (I bet I
work him) I
turned my granddaddy church parking lot to a
Church's Chicken (Woo) Take the
braids out, let the
hair hang like Mr. Perfect shit They owe some streaming money, but I
ain't hurting I
told my young nigga how much, he said, "I woulda murked 'em" (Haha) Big homie fresh home drinking coffee out the
Keurig (Yo) A
hundred and forty-four months ain't break his spirit (He walked it) He jumped back in, I
told him it's different, I
tried to prepare him He good, he a
old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron (Woo) Forgiatos on the
McLaren Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearing this? (You hear me, nigga?) Over the
stove, banging Pray for Paris I
think the
UFOs dropped the
top blocks on the
pyramids (That's just me) It's a
method to the
madness, everything is math (It's all math) You know you kill the
foundation, everything collapse Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped If the
feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap (Big cap) Jose Canseco (Ha) Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco) This that up three, "Burt & State" flow Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco) Young nigga out the
GT with the
Draco (Brr, bah, bah, bah, bah) Jose Canseco (Jose Canseco) For them to think that they could be in the
same ring with me is, wow, you know that is— Unbelievable? Don't put words in my mouth, man, I
can handle myself out here Yeah, but I
won't, no, no, no (That a
shoot?) That's a
shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah 'Cause the
time has come