jay nice, ru$h & tha god fahim – grandiose lyrics
[verse 1: ru$h]
rocking margiela with the odd dealers
doing business in the city with the tall buildings
we move like roc+a+fella, why the hard feelings?
no limits, my lowest level just equals your ceilings
madison ave at philippe chow’s, eating cuisines now
beijing style was me, ow
and i keep the scope on the piece so when i’m old i still hit you in the throat when i’m senile
drinking d’ussé on a speedboat
nice is talking to tha god fahim on speakerphone
somewhere out the sea where you can see the coast
cigars lit with a ki of coke, it’s ru$h
uh, let the stylers hand me supreme
i was tailor fitted, right in the alexander mcqueen
eating shrimp salad with scallops, salmon skin with cheese
just me and a bad b+tch running ’round like adam and eve, whoa
n+gga got stabbed at the dice game over light change
i pulled off in a white range
didn’t even wait for the light to change, we in a frightening game
yes, i spit lightning, man
who would’ve thought you’d see ru$h and nice with fame
in columbia, caught a flight from spain
uh, in a black tux moving berry ‘caine out in [?]
wearing heavy chains, [?] over everything
[verse 2: jay nice]
new customised supreme sb collab
i bath in a jacket, green and black, jesus raft, very rare
been trill, eating cona tea to match
i don’t just drip, i leave a splash, wavy, see the tags?
ocean city beach, i had the freaks and seekers gasped
brought a n+gga drink, stand close, i guess they keeping tabs
follow a plan’s every move, my aura leads the path
i bag one that look like young kimora lee, she bad
speeding past the silver surfer porchse, was metallic
gold emblem clearly shows the horse as it gallops
bought a house, steak’s on my fork with a scallop
the maitre d’ and poured the sauce with the shallots
boss sh+t, i’m valid, getting lost in my palace
my dogs’ shipping packs across from boston to dallas
floss big medallions, got a long list of talents
kick back and twist caps, this the wrong kid to challenge
i’m selling charm for a price like i’m will in hitch
i give a n+gga great advice then i steal his b+tch
took her to 760 just to chill and sit
i wake to make the ceiling lift then i k!ll this sh+t
i’m a first class playa, word to priest and goldy
the new super fly mack, you a weaker jody
so tighten up baby boy, thinking them streets is rosy
i’m lowkey out of the reach of police, esketit
[verse 3: tha god fahim]
chop the top off the bm+dub
n+ggas be sending slugs, it ain’t no love, that’s how the needle rub
n+ggas be needing grub by any means to get proper
we really where the money at, you just a sh+t+talker
lifestyles of the fly and rich
b+tches be getting wet just peeping my kicks, this is a real as it gets
me, nice and ru$h gon’ run prices up
hammers on tucks for the evil not liking us
f+ck it, i just take it as it come
i give a couple options, are you finished, are you done?
this that birdman boss sh+t, gotta a fetish to floss
sh+t, a n+gga steady dripping, i’m not tryna freeze the faucet
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