Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Begin, artist - Jon Bellion. Album song Glory Sound Prep, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Let'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 |