Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Begin , by - Jon Bellion. Song from the album Glory Sound Prep, in the genre ПопRelease date: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Begin , by - Jon Bellion. Song from the album Glory Sound Prep, in the genre ПопLet's Begin |
| You already know how we came up |
| I’m saying it was a real pain in the butt |
| If there’s paper to touch, you may just cut just scraping it up |
| Get your trachea cut and then escape in a truck |
| Smudge a lady makeup, bang the 380, wake the baby up |
| I just came for the weight like a gymnasium |
| I’m finna spray everything in my radius |
| Lately, my skin been looking radiant |
| The Mercedes is '80s sent |
| I have three 6's in my fade like Damian |
| I’d die before I let the jakes take me in |
| Babe, we everything we say we is (facts) |
| My stable of women couldn’t fit in the stadium |
| They sayin' me and Jon Bellion we some aliens |
| And durags had us looking like Saudi Arabians |
| Your way miscellaneous, we some ladies men |
| It’s Roc, Marcberg be the alias |
| Now let’s begin |
| Was never focused on getting bigger, just getting better |
| That’s why I keep getting bigger after every record |
| Said I got lucky the last record that y’all was blessed with |
| Watch me give you sequels, I’m Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon |
| I let the talent speak volumes, that’s why there’s different levels |
| I stopped the flexin' on socials, corny shit to impress you |
| You get too famous, then everything in your life is stressful |
| There’s a big difference between being known and being successful |
| Great grandfather, an immigrant from the Naples district |
| Dirty Guinea crew in the cut, call that the true incision |
| My wife thicker than liquor soaked in Italian biscuits |
| Cookin' Minestrone every Sunday, call that a superstition |
| I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn, the winter’s reaper |
| I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted, that’s just for leisure |
| I’m really better than everybody pretends to be |
| So ask the label now, why the fuck would I want an urban feature? |
| «I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it» |
| Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin' |
| It’s annoying when cameras catching your every statement |
| And I’ve had enough of these corny artists that replicate it |
| Champagne supernovas destroy the morning glory |
| I’d rather build an oasis sober and thrive at 40 |
| Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been celebrating the life before me |
| But I see the wisdom in moderation for certain stories |
| When you’re afraid to hurt feelings, you water down the worth |
| I’m done pretending your record’s great and I’m down to work |
| Plus I’ll be actress and mixed with sociopaths |
| And when I’m worried about being famous for being down to earth |
| I spoke with Yahweh, he told me Jesus crafted us in |
| Which means my brother’s my brother, it don’t matter the skin |
| America needs to watch how they treat his chosen people |
| But that’s for deeper than surface records, now let’s begin |
| Now let’s begin |
| Yeah |
| Now let’s begin |
| Foot on the gas, foot on your neck |
| One mansion, others gasping for a breath |
| I’m unclassed, capital punishment blast back |
| What you tumblin', trash rappers who mumblin' for respect |
| I’m uncheckable, wide open, the foul technical |
| Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do |
| I’m done testin' two times over, I’ll get the best of you |
| Better pay attention, two eyes open wide when I execute |
| And I been waiting so long that you asked for this |
| You try to give me your table scraps, I’ma give you my ass to kiss |
| I won’t even wait for the death, you’ll get faded right after this |
| A masochist who ready to face the masses like Catholics |
| And you can tell the whole school I’m prepped for the glory |
| In the presence of your professor, attendance is mandatory |
| With a weapon, freshman semester |
| You test the mess and get gory |
| I’m just here to kill the game, let the messenger tell the story |
| Now let’s begin |
| Now let’s begin |
| Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight |
| Funk got me sanctified |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Beautiful Now ft. Jon Bellion | 2015 |
| Breathe [Liam H and Rene LaVice Re-Amp] ft. Rene Lavice, RZA | 2021 |
| Guillotine ft. Travis Mendes | 2016 |
| All Time Low | 2015 |
| $500 Ounces ft. Freddie Gibbs, Roc Marciano | 2020 |
| Guillotine ft. Jon Bellion | 2016 |
| Feels Good | 2019 |
| Wu Tang Forever ft. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, RZA | 2018 |
| Biochemical Equation ft. RZA, MF DOOM | 2005 |
| Woke The F*ck Up | 2016 |
| Think Differently ft. Roc Marciano, Vordul Mega, Tragedy | 2005 |
| 10 Years | 2016 |
| Good Things Fall Apart ft. Jon Bellion | 2019 |
| Shit I'm On ft. Roc Marciano | 2018 |
| So Appalled ft. Jay-Z, Pusha T, Prynce Cy Hi | 2009 |
| Fam Members Only ft. GZA, RZA, GZA, RZA, & Masta Killa | 2010 |
| Dead Presidents ft. Jon Bellion | 2016 |
| iRobot | 2016 |
| 4th Chamber ft. RZA, Ghostface Killah, Killah Priest | 2020 |
| How Close | 2016 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Jon Bellion
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Roc Marciano
Lyrics of the artist's songs: RZA
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Travis Mendes