Текст песни Large - Young Chris , Wale

You already know where my life finna go
In the dark just watch how bright I glow
Guess who runnin' the show with the price down low
Since I came through the door with the nice town flow
Let the music control, let the lights get low
Ever since I decided the mic over blow
Sharks in the water it might overflow
Rhyme in his prime like Mike in '94
Fo' sho' over here a lot of dough
You can tell by the hoes and the cars I drove
Take it from the bucket to the Rolls
Told ya'll without the juice been froze
Know a playa still get chose
Pop tags on clothes, got swag stay on my toes
I got the product watch the fans get addicted
Ya'll bout to bear witness

Get into it with who we are
Aimin' for the moon and the stars
Who without the jewels and the cars
Tell me boy you bout to be la-la-lawed
We bout to be, we bout to be
We bout to be, we bout to be lawed
We bout to be, we bout to be
We bout to be, we bout to be lawed

Take em on another planet, Mars
Ya'll ain't fuckin' around with these bars
Tryin' to get my dogs from behind bars
In the process avoiding catchin' another charge
Every shuffle gotta play my cards
On the rise I can't take no fall
Like Soprano don't break my balls
Before I raise my dogs stay away from ya'll
And I can't tell the reason why these niggas wanna hate
Far as I'm concerned these niggas is runnin' late
Stop worryin' about C, better get they money straight
Before it be another murder, DC's on the case
Comin' to serve ya, DE's on the waist
Motherfuck the law, take the D's on the chase
Niggas I'm back at the top of my game
No pen or pad it's all at the top of my brain

I'm on my way up, on my way to the top
Ain't no stoppin' us, we the one's that make it hot
To all my fellas and all my ladies too
You know we do it all for you
Wale, Folarin the artist to keep the party goin' proper
Partner, I depart from my squadron
And I'ma assume the same for her top
Bitch, gotcha, locked like a shotta
Whole lot of vodka don't spill on my Tekashas, please
This is all rhetorical, okay, capeesh
Like a petite overweight, I'm fatigued by the weight
I'm Wale by the way, in DC
See the young gun, the Philly niggas on the scene
Yeah, I guess the Roc's in the building
And I don't mean Dwayne Johnson, you feel me
So thorough, Teterboro where the Lear is
To say you near us clearly you delirious
So meet Dave, you Beverly Hill cops
The game is like huh to me and Young Chris drop
Doing it till we stop, I have to settle for cots
No diss, I'm 'bout position, I'm livin' for hip hop