Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes Indeed, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yes Indeed |
| With hopes of one day owning a yacht, drop an O on the block |
| Get low from the cops, y’all know I been hot |
| Since 1st Street, over 20 deep in the spot |
| See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds |
| I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans |
| Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me |
| Gradually, I get some clothes that fit |
| Guess I changed my style, let me see, that’s it |
| It was the G’s, the trips, overseas, the chicks |
| Stopped squeezing the pen and started deleting my friends |
| Foes, numbers out of my Blackberry Bold |
| Unplug the phone, I don’t want to be reached |
| In deep, close my eyes and let my pen dream |
| You couldn’t scribble a better scenery |
| As I paid my dues, some paid cash, I caught fire |
| They got gassed, I just laughed |
| The man on the bottom finally made it to the top |
| I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked |
| The underdog finally made it to the top |
| I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot |
| Opus of a ghetto boy, the realest |
| Snatch my strings from Geppetto’s ploys, plots, and schemes |
| Steadily intervene, to feel them ring |
| And a nigga ill, like Mr. Clean |
| From Philly to Philistine |
| If you feel it, feel esteemed |
| I’m a delicate, intricate, full of green |
| Decorated soldier, militant since a teen |
| Roll like the heads of kings from guillotines |
| Where boys from the hood and girls from |
| The company I keep keep me comfortably in team |
| In tune with the times that we currently |
| Both sides of the story, I’m reporting from between |
| Yes, and this pursuit is the proof |
| And representative of my Midwest roots |
| Coming home to roost with a great big bowl of the soul’s chicken noodle soup |
| You can call me Lupe, I keep you in the loop (ayy) |
| Keep you in the news, to keep you out the noose |
| Mister Fabby Davis, your mama has arrived |
| Salutations to The Bay, Mac Dre is alive |
| The man on the bottom finally made it to the top |
| I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they shocked |
| The underdog finally made it to the top |
| I’m just laughing at these haters ‘cause I know that they hot |
| Hey look I started from the bottom now I’m here |
| Hey but I really started in the rear |
| In the back like where them crackers wanted Rosa to sit |
| But out the park I arose from the bench |
| I’m the phoenix, I arose from the pit |
| And my clothes didn’t fit, and my shows wasn’t thick, and my flows didn’t spit |
| I was rambling words, not making any sense |
| I was stuck on the curb with a pocket full of lint |
| But mama look at me now, little Stan is the man |
| And people go out they way to take pictures and shake my hand |
| I could run for mayor and possibly even win |
| Liberty is a little me with your gram |
| Smile mama, smile mama, you can rest in peace |
| Just wanted to make you happy, now mama just look at me |
| I’m doing songs with Lupe, oh it’s a new day |
| Remember me, Clyde Carson, and Balance was the new Bay? |
| Road trips with Gary Archer, arguing with D-Ray |
| Now it’s million dollar deals, my lawyer closing on a threeway |
| Mama, remember we used to hit the Warriors game? |
| Now they won it all and I was sitting by LeBron James |
| Lebron James, Lebron James |
| Front row Fabby |