Trillmatic feat. A$AP Nast,Method Man

歌詞

Yo, yo-yo, yo 90's era Nasty, yeah Yo, Ty Beats! I need some time alone Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone That's the work of Satan niggas be hatin' but I'm a pot of gold This ain't just me rappin' it's real and somethin' you gots to know Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me Brazy, drivin' Miss Daisy, hand on my strap In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at? I'm all alone, that's my only hope And be damned if I'ma chase that with some phony homes, on the real It be the ones that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone" As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him Cats connivin', head first into the livest object "That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick" Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures And winters, blinded till the flashlight enters I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back I got a poor man's panache, I be stretchin' the cash I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad Borderline manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back Who am I? I'm a titan so be expectin' a clash Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab No questions, live the answers 'cause if you're lookin' to ask Look at Meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag Fuck swag, just bein' blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin' It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breakin' backboards Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body I play the back of clubs, clique of foul youngins that's rowdy Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from Saudi High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' the finest You know the fronto, Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all know Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect Clowns be watchin', best protect ya necks Told ya all niggas what? huh? Told these motherfuckers nigga! I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I bought the funky-funky Nikes, got the hat to match I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag I got a funky-funky style with a funky swag And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back And when I kill 'em with the flow, ain't no comin' back, back, back Back Back