Downtown

Lyrics

You want some raps Okay, well Let me open my cookbook I like my beats Built buttered Battered my hooks Look It taste supreme Like royalty Royce enforced the beam I spit enforcing things Force the stream that supports the dream You niggas inundated Cuz you ain't never been or did it Been and lived it Realest in the business don't forget it My spit Is on the upper echelon, uh Don't know What the fuck that you been on, uh Speaking about it, I'm bout it Boutta start beatin' up out it Boutta bomb birds from thin air And when I start reachin', start shoutin' Nigga my reach exceeds mountains Nigga my species is talent Fuck all the proceeds See I progress, I precede with balance See I'm a simple man All I need is bands, a brib, and a bad bitch But I couldn't live average Bougie plastic, she exquisite, she lavish Imma eat her, she Babish'd Hit it from the back, bent back she told me that's classic She gon' ride me like madness Sweaty on her knees, swear to God she do magic She think I'm fine Standin' 5'9 but the dick it ain't average Nigga is you blind If you isn't mine you couldn't suck without askin' I jus' drop dimes Ion got time to think how you feel without actin' I jus' got shine I commit crime in a most efficient fashion Honestly, to truly surpass me Will eventually become impossible An obstacle, unwinnable A force that's unstoppable My model mold Shall rebuild the foundation for all the gold That my hood location Will bury, free from all the holds Look I graduated from Hard Knocks on honor roll And when my big brother gets out He'll probably be up on parole So until the day that I drop I'll fight for what I'm owed Cuz this world doesn't respect What's fair or honorable, nah Holy water I drink it like it's some good pussy These niggas baby soft I bet they insides look gushy Holy alters Shout out to the Father, good lookin' Without my rhymes I'd probably be back to where they was cookin' Synesthesia, this beat taste this Sephora Louis Vuitton outer decor, got Gucci for chords Sharp as swords, granite tiles, golden harp on the floor Said "Damn, they don't make em' like this anymore" Now do they I spent my whole life fightin' for respect in a loose way Now I demand it Put some power in yo' water like Kool-Aid See I command it Put yo' bitch up on my IG like Boosie Don't want no rah-rah I really don't need reason to lose face You boutta get beat at yo' game And I'm tellin' you nigga I'm barley on hard now So nigga don't start now Eject the disc and then tear it apart now Police on park grounds Heroin needles, still locked in the yard bounds Believing is hard, hounds Bullet proof shields, be billy club, armed rounds They want that block sound That downtown Where you're bouta get spent I take you D-O-W-N T-O-W-N D-O-W-N T-O-W-N I take you D-O-W-N T-O-W-N They want that block sound That downtown Where you're bouta get spent I take you D-O-W-N T-O-W-N D-O-W-N T-O-W-N I take you D-O-W-N T-O-W-N They want that block sound That downtown That downtown They want that block sound That downtown That downtown They want that block sound That downtown That downtown They want that block sound That downtown That downtown