paroles de chanson Phrancis XIII - Phresh Ali

Should be, Should be like Cosa Nostra, you know what I'm saying, like
I feel like I should've put on my best suit, on some, on some shit, know what I'm saying
A nigga ending up being the coolest nigga in the club
Thought I was going to do a diss track but niggas is beyond, know what I'm saying

Might do that shit different, different, different, yea, look

I told her, older, i keep getting better
What's there to talk, already taught you you how to live forever
Get to a level you try to enjoy the simple pleasure
I'm counting at the counter, laughing about it with the teller
About how inside the envelope, the money sticks together
I hope you got a sense of humor and been paying attention how I move
So you don't be surprised when I walk inside the Louvre
All the Mona Lisa eyes follow me around the room
Like I'm somebody new, mint condition, still in pristine
A fire starts, little nigga had some big dreams
With my thoughts, how a nigga spit a sixteen
That's some high art like the ceiling at the Sistine
You can miss me, this ain't no mf Boonk Gang
I'm Wu-Tang for the age, Lebron James wearing deuce tre
Create a new wave like a fucking moon phase, know how we he do things

However you want to
However you want to
However you
However you want to do it, my nigga, it's all good
However you want to
However you want to
However you
However you want to do it, my nigga, it's all good

It's like Ali versus the chain snatchers
Don't tell me how a rappers age matters, feel like the only rapper age backwards
Feel like I left before and came back but, vibrating on a different wave pattern
Shit's all good till seven days after
Been trying to find some type of weight balance
Then I said "fuck it" smoked a fire stick and changed channels
This ain't the same Atlanta Braves hat, I changed
Having conversations ain't different ways to get paid faster
I can't explain everything, every time, nigga I don't know
I'm just a east side nigga with a Nas flow
That's paying homage, I made it perfect timing
Snuck an eighth on the island in my army jacket lining
Me, your highness, see the crown, looks like the pharaoh
King Midas, five hundred thousand, album went gold
Be looking for a reason, got some heat I need to let go, I swear bro
Wish a nigga wood like Geppetto
Like, when you trying to do it...