sway in the morning – 3d na’tee – 2015 doomsday cypher lyrics
f-ck a newer watch, i’m tryna pursue the top
the way i ball, they gon’ talk about ’til they die like stuart scott
everything you are not, and can’t be f-cked with
and still keep all the medal close like gabby dougl-ss
was taught to never trust sh-t
don’t be fooled by this rush sh-t
you could get rushed for your rush card
like give it up, b-tch
plus it’s the young og, i ain’t new to chips
i’m married to the green like the lady who threw the grits
presidential, no fits, no olivia pope
got this sh-t from deliverin’ dope
lyrics my n-ggas could quote
gettin’ top on the sicilian coat
type of sh-t that make a n-gga elope
on some modest sh-t
whip cold, look how low the driver sit
low mileage sh-t, my car is younger than tyga’s b-tch
i come mariah thick, flow on fire like richard pryor sh-t
and i ain’t grow up with presidents like maliah did
or sasha obama, bling my pops and my mama
i was pushin’ rocks, my cl-ssmates pushed a honda
now i’m clean in my colon, that sh-t ain’t gettin’ these commas
these b-tches get in the game and start thinkin’ that they madonna
but this is rap, you hoes k!llin’ the genre
reality shows called, i said, “mona i’m honored
but i ain’t those hoes, those goals ain’t on my radar”
i’m hip hop’s savior, y’all could be tamer
i’m more like jay or lecrae or malcolm with the k or
the new 2pac, sh-t, should i say more?
now all these rappers young thuggin’ and gang claimin’
knowin’ d-mn well like their cd, they ain’t bangin’
i came in this game with two quarters like lloyd banks
it was either rap or go to jail and avoid shanks
now i’m the illest rapper you know
that switch up the flow more than they switched up menudo
never sign deals for some wills and a hublot
yeah you got signed but how many d-cks did you blow?
and don’t ask me why baby never scooped me up
y’all see wayne: these n-ggas must think i’m stupid as f-ck
if you can’t trust your pops, sh-t, who can you trust?
it’s funny what n-ggas do for some bucks, but not her
see i’ve ghostwritten bars for some of your favorite artists
and the ones i didn’t write for, let’s just -ssume they’re garbage
every rapper up in this game’s my f-ckin’ target
you can bet your house, your whip, chains and your mortgage
see, i’m from new orleans, and even though she below sea level
they can’t see na’tee’s level
she thorough from the third ward to new york’s boroughs
and i get chips like the chicks out in melrose
the f-ckin’ underdog
but ain’t no way that i’m f-ckin’ under y’all
could murder every one of y’all
i’m at their head like isis, diva’s just the nicest
the way i raise the bar, i might raise my feature prices
if the question is “who lyrically set the standard?”
somebody tell kanye, sway finally got the answer
it’s me, na’tee, the best in the biz
and shout out to my little brothers, they don’t molest any kids
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