Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Beginning, artist - Papoose. Date of issue: 22.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Beginning |
| I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand |
| Morning wood God damn |
| Then I brush my teeth |
| I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot |
| Put on a fresh new fit |
| Now I’m fly walking with a bop |
| Grab the wop |
| Place it on my hip, never slip |
| I heard you talking shit |
| But when you answer have the same energy |
| Don’t answer if the call unknown |
| Never Android I be on the iPhone |
| I’m still the king of the underground |
| Don’t fuck around |
| Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown |
| Lotta styles |
| Before release date I get the sneakers |
| Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra |
| None of ya’ll lames can fuck with Pap |
| Call 'em savages and tell 'em that God’s back |
| I used to ride the train with a token |
| Now I’m in the droptop |
| You niggas see me how I’m rolling |
| This is where New York city begins |
| Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs |
| Pot holes but we still ride rims |
| Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends |
| Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens |
| Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym |
| Out of towners tell 'em come on in |
| Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim |
| That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance |
| Operation get hot again, my favorite mission |
| The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen |
| Cause their entire discography just ain’t convincing |
| You mumble rappers ain’t payed your dues, pay admission |
| If you ain’t got it just pay half, I pay the difference |
| Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked |
| Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett |
| Sneaking niggas think just because they creeps |
| They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think |
| I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep |
| For coming at me sideways on a oneway street |
| Niggas think that cause they be working out that they could bitch cats |
| You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack |
| And I heard he be telling |
| Man I ain’t with that |
| He work out and he snitch |
| Guess that make him a gym rat |
| This is where New York city begins |
| Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs |
| Pot holes but we still ride rims |
| Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends |
| Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens |
| Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym |
| Out of towners tell 'em come on in |
| Lay 'em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim |