PRADA

Lyrics

[Intro: Sim From The Hill] Man, what's a good night to a young Sugar Hill legend like me On the A-B-C-D line, it's a lot of different places, you feel me Hit up my nigga Del, ask for the gassy pack You already know he got that, you feel me But before you gettin' into any type of scrollin' You gotta think about if you hungry If you big hungry, a nigga like me recommend something like Famous, you feel me Or you could go to Taste of Seafood, that's on three fifth and eighth You go to liquor store, that's on five seven right there Real Zombieland, not Zombieland number two Not the shit on two fifth and Lex, you feel me Right nеxt door they got the good toe, you gon' need somе of that too The good dark toe, head back to the block Get your grub on, get your smoke on, get your drink on Gangsta man, regular shit man Sugar Hill [Intro: donSMITH] Don't ask me where I'm from You know where I'm from What up Zoomo Right [Verse: donSMITH] Bitch I feel like donDADA Made the squad proud 'Bout to make my mom prouder Might buy my mom Prada I been trying to keep my mom prouder Than LeBron's father While she at home watchin' It's on the line like a free-throw or Supreme droppin' I hope you fiends cop it Ain't no cheatin' in this game, why you screen watching I seen you screenshot me My lifeline don't rely on WiFi, nigga please stop it Look, my whole closet full of champ hoodies and loose debris I'm rocking chanclas that ain't Gucci or Louis V They try to use me And end up gettin' used to me huh? Committin' truancy, ya'll was never shoolin' me How you made the same album six times And still complain 'bout your bench time Don't wait around for nobody to place no medal on you You ain't the best 'cause your squad decided to settle on you Ain't blowin' smoke from a cold pistol Know I got hot hands I wrote my own ticket Flew out to LA, stranded on my own nigga Thank God, I met shorty who had a home nigga Charge to the same game that turned me Joe Namath Zoomo got me back spazzin', on my T. Mac But no Rockets or Raptor jerseys where my team at You say my name in vein You better mean that Niggas reachin, but you never seen me react Threats turn me to Stevie Wonder I don't see that Keep it straight up with me Give me good posture Swallow pride like a pill from a good doctor I got my hood watchin' I keep my hood on me Greatest line in the league, I'm in good pocket I been a real nigga Ain't no cosign ever made me feel bigger I couldn't feel bigger On Sugar Hill with it Got me feelin' like I'm Tommy I'm a Hill figure But for real nigga They say I don't feel niggas [Outro: donSMITH] For real, I don't feel niggas It's a few names in my will nigga Word to Sim from the Hill nigga