Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Courtesy, artist - PRhyme. Album song PRhyme, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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) |