Action Bronson Not Enough Words (prod. by Statik Selektah)

Текст песни "Action Bronson — Not Enough Words (prod. by Statik Selektah)"

Yo, book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the shit
That I’m living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes, cause I’m sicken of the image, of using marijuana
saving vintage for the time being
My skills said is very serious, in fact, spit a while rap
Chorus stay right on the cow’s back
Throw it on the grill, I’m cooking in the stew
Same shit that’s on the grill gave me leather for the booth
If they make me take the stand then I’m lying through my teeth though
Ask to swear to god but in that I don’t believe though
My man Stevie mo playing safety for
Hustle till my fingers stand cheesy like a cheeto
Shawty on the bench pleasuring my pp
Small crew lyrical graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get for your life
So much to say it’s so little time and shitty
Killer queens above all, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split out like a philly
Running through the maze like willie, you gotta feel me

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck … door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie
? chilling in the lobby
Yes I’m living all,
Open up cigars and fill them with a
? for intruders
Your style is piss motherfucker, time to lift the mattress
? you rapping with a
Spray the smoking got me
Attachment never stop until my body dive into a pile of money

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

I’m already smoking like a gunshot
You know the fuzzy call it Dunlop
Fall many hours, one man standing, one spot
From the morning to the motherfucking son drop
Cause I’m one with the earth eyes red
Motherfucker I’ve been since birth age 9
My kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
Fuck tomorrow, money coming in the fast lane

I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke I can’t see the lane
Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap
I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gap
Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail
I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale
But I’m here stuck door
I’m trying to have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts