- Dreamville Up Up Away 歌詞
- J. Cole Dreamville
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cedric (Norf)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Norf, Norf)
Aye, aye, where JID? (Norf, yeah)
Aye, aye, this the dream , this the Dreamville, right?
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, Im up, Im paid
The funds I make can break the bank (Facts)
I break ya face (Facts)
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block (Uh, uh ) you tweak, get shot (Finna get high, finna get)
I bleed the block (Uh, look), you tweak, get shot (Oh ****)
I squeeze, then I leave
Bet a motha****a die before me
I know my rights but Id be wrong if I dont ride with the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Since you left, I aint been right, so I got the rifle on me (Damn)
I dont need *****s fightin for me (Nah)
Get a ***** nose wiped for me (No), spitefully
A opp got popped (Whoa), diddy da (Diddy da), ha-ha
Left on read, dot-dot-dot
Doot-doot-doot, knock-knock at the door, ***** whats new
Lil ***** with the broom finna brush you
Line a ***** up and fade cut you
Cut it out, you cant knock the hustle
Cause when I bust Im Jamarcus Russell
No Ryan Leaf, damn livin hard, baby
Dyin easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies (Nah)
Michelangelo (Yeah), Maya Angelou, now Im ramblin (No, oh my God)
Take ya panties off and make man of me (Yeah, yeah)
Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (Whoa)
Man, gun in my pants, roll up and Ima defend (Yeah, yeah)
Sayin, "You with your mans?' (Im with the, Im with the)
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, Im up, Im paid
The funds I make can break the bank
I break ya face, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot (Ayy, ayy)
Pay me, run on ATL
I got Picassos in my crib (Uh-huh), I up and squeeze (Uh-huh)
No three AGs (Yeah), I keep El Chapos in my crib
No Toronto, I got six (Uh-uh), big revolvers like Im Clint (Uh-huh)
Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry
Halle Berry, I might crash in that ***** for real
Know they got to blow a bag when they book me for real
Aint nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed
Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal
Just made a order for a lawyer, bronem facin appeal
My guys a real upstandin brother, on occasion he kills
We not actin, we dont need no activation for kills
Ill cut your onion, crush your muffin
Im a gangsta like Grillz
I got a lightbulb over my head
Got a play that Im about to manifest
They should document a ***** followin
A ***** hypnotizin em like Im Simon Says
American Terrorist, homebred
Pull up, pop-pop -pop-pop, everybody dead
Playin Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers
You dont even care, you dont believe in God
You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even off
I used to be the plug, now Im supercharged
Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa
No days off, I cant do my job
12:34, I catch the clock
On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart
Run the spades, hit the club
Pull ya card on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad
Hoppin out the hotbox, now they outta pocket
Feel like Pac, what you cant get I been unlockin
If you aint ****, you end up shot
Love yo ***** but all that pillow-talkin how you end up caught
Shut yo mouth, sayin what you saw, thats a fatal flaw
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, Im up, Im paid
The funds I make can break the bank
I break ya face, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot
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