Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Courtesy , by - PRhyme. Song from the album PRhyme, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.12.2015
Record label: PRhyme
Song language: English
Courtesy |
| Yo, where the other one at? |
| I like this one |
| Just let it go, Preem |
| Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there |
| Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer' |
| Privy to the gossip, that’s what’s said about me constant |
| It’s the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson |
| I used to rap about death, now I’m only concerned to live |
| I value relationships, still I keep it competitive |
| Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match |
| It ain’t to lose the fight, it’s to walk away from a burning bridge |
| I’m from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts |
| Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it’s a fact |
| That if you with your ho |
| Don’t matter it’s still appropriate to scope at it |
| Living life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot |
| Driving 'till I total it |
| I’m trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it |
| The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot |
| All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha |
| If you profiling, it’s probably be more violence than looking |
| I’m so stylish, but I ain’t talking eBay, no high end fashion either |
| If you catch me by the runway it’s the one that’s for the PJ |
| (I can’t control it, can’t hold it, it’s so nuts) |
| (Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick) |
| (I respect that) |
| I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me |
| Somehow, some way they just end up at my mercy |
| Just show some courtesy |
| (Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas still got it) |
| (Believe that shit) |
| I got killers 'round the way ready to move that work for me |
| Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me |
| All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio? |
| And you can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox |
| And it wouldn’t matter |
| It still squares on your radio |
| To keep your wealth |
| I learned to stay to yo — self |
| I call for ___?, tell 'em spray paint a mural in Watts |
| Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle Watts |
| Shoutout to Michael 5000 Watts |
| I’m on that lean movement like I’m out here tryna box |
| Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh |
| Meaning you getting the laze dot to your offspring |
| I’m a lost being, uh |
| Try to cross me without falling off, I’m afraid not |
| I’m a frayed knot like a draw string |
| I’m preaching to the congregation like I’m Peter Popoff |
| If you can imagine |
| Me hopping up out of the cabin like I’m one of the dukes of hazard |
| Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay |
| That last line that was before ya time |
| Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway |
| While I’m receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway |
| Listening to rappers kick knowledge |
| That they probably got from Torae |
| These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king |
| Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring |
| I’mma be the first established rapper to hop in that |
| Battle rap ring Turn that to gatling |
| My next album gon' be so dark and so fly |
| I should CD package it wrapped in batwings |
| These Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestling |
| Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline |
| How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse |
| But never beefing in person? |
| Randy Savage |
| You wouldn’t snap a slim Jim |
| You wouldn’t rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa’s attic |
| With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain’t you average? |
| Put your motherfucking hands up |
| My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd |
| Put your motherfucking hands up |
| (DJ Wonder, ya heard? |
| DJ Wonder, ya heard?) |
| (I respect that) |