Lyrics Trump Tight - Blueprint

Trump Tight

Yeah yeah
Sound fresh
You know who it is
Uh huh
Shit trump tight
Uh huh
Fresh shit
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I gotta get mines by any means necessary
I heard it fine when my man Biggie said it to me
Fuck bitches get money
Self explanatory
More money more problems
But that’s another story
It won’t happen if the album ain’t legendary
Drop a classic everything else is secondary
My fam struggled so long it feel hereditary
Bill collectors call until they see us in the cemetery
He in his room gazing out from the second story
Sometime he write until the night blend into morning
The temp low brainstorms turning into flurries
The album cold like he wrote it all in January
Is he taking too long
Is people getting worried
Is he writing songs
Is he running out of money
Kinda funny how we got 'em all speculating
Take it all in stride as long as they anticipating
When it’s done right
Then they gotta listen
It’s like sunlight shining in your line of vision
If it’s trump tight put me in position
Well alright
Time to get it
Yeah
Sound beautiful
Shit’s tight right
Trump tight
Printmatic
I ain’t gotta fucking tell you
I know what it is
Chicks wasn’t screwing us
They was moving in a rush
Seen 'em moving up
Now they on some, «Hey, dude what up»
But nothing they can do for us
We been taught to do it up
But it’s kind of scary what doing us do to us
Bored with everything
And good isn’t good enough
Didn’t know to sit before 'cause I was busy getting drunk
Glad I ain’t to far gone to give it up
Without the alcohol all I want to do is read a book
It sure as hell beats the hell out of being numb
Might as well sit in a cell and never see the sun
A third done but really feeling like he just begun
Carousel into another world having fun
Have a son
Raise him like a samurai
Swing swords and do homework by candlelight
Play drums read books write battle rhymes
Better than his pops on the mic by the time he five