Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heirlooms & Accessories, artist - Skyzoo. Album song In Celebration of Us, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, First Generation Rich
Song language: English
Heirlooms & Accessories |
Hand off like it was potent, |
Or like it was emotions, or like it was reloaded, |
Or like it was the start of what you was starting to go with, |
And as soon as you started it every part of you noticed, |
Coupes out in front of the 'jects, tall numbers, |
Or cooped into whatever’s left that they bought from us, |
Shop don’t close 'cause the neighbors change, |
Same way cops know to roll when the date say |
The 1st to the 3rd, a g-pack could make it all seem better, |
Until it’s paddy wagon car seat weather, |
That’s year round, the thought of who’s here now interrupting a sale, |
Or pulling up on a Citibike and wanting some crills, |
It’s all basic, Venmo begging, call it patience, |
Know if you get caught up with them, the call changes, |
Dusse by the cases, do say what’s the wagers, |
And please do believe they do say what your name is, for real |
Call it heirlooms and accessories, |
And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, |
Now go pass that to who you love, |
And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real |
Call it heirlooms and accessories, |
And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, |
Now go pass that to who you love, |
And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real |
Two states over to stay up under, |
Numbers ain’t matching but you can still make these wonders, |
Like, wonder if all of these pieces is still shooting, |
Checking on a meter to see if one of them thru with, |
All of 'em get to moving so you moving, |
Swindling a store like swindling an award, |
I’m, more Issa Rae, if we’re sorta the same Ima support, |
And carry all of that with me to the door, |
Like carrying last names, |
Or carrying a pistol for the minute that bag came, |
And opening the bag to see it’s nothing that bag claimed, |
And carrying the calling of them seeing their last days, |
Unless that bag change, |
Or carrying honor like you carried a stance |
Or being asked by your neighbors if you can carry your man |
With 5 others, don’t nothing surprise none of us, |
So whoever surprised would kill to come outside and live beside one of us, |
Til it come to the numbers, |
And one of those 5 get called to jump up inside |
That pine and you get to running, like fuck it, |
It’s prolly safest to just live it off a playlist |
And tell us how it provided inspiration |
I’m inspired by knowing that pots really work, |
Shots really turn a starter into a martyr if the top send a word, |
And word be in the air like picturing what you heard, |
And know whoever’s looking is listening to it first, you heard? |
Call it heirlooms and accessories, |
And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, |
Now go pass that to who you love, |
And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real |
Call it heirlooms and accessories, |
And peep how they all hang so pleasantly, |
Now go pass that to who you love, |
And tell ‘em to treat that like weaponry, for real |
Consider what just occurred, |
All that could be got and the feelings that could emerge, |
And they said that they get it but to see what it be worth |
Is asking for them to see off of the curb, |
‘cause they saw it but all of them told me they got it from here, |
Long as they’re dealing with product in here, |
Know the whole line up is bout it in here, |
Won’t no one ever have problems in here, |
All of these baggies they got up in here?, |
Fuck could they ever be worried about?, |
Snipers is on, swipers is on, |
Shit is like they never heard of a drought, for real, |
Like «what the lick read?, we just want everything lit B, |
As long as you kick it at this speed, we can relate to all this G’s, |
Trapping up out of an M3, light work til the Range come, |
We be out here with the right work, light work, shit is A1», |
And so, I heard it all and replied, I bet you I know it too well, |
Catching a lick is a high, you just gotta know when you fell, |
Fell into a bag that you can flip into a couple more, |
Now you in your bag and shit is hitting like you fucking thought, |
«He said that’s just what I mean», and he got to popping a zan, |
He got a spot up in reach, he said he got him a plan |
Plan goes, «anything goes when opportunity knocks, |
Fam knows, we gonn' let it go, do what you do if it pops!», |
They get to spotting the vics, Balenciaga’s is lit, |
They in the spot with the stick, like «ayo they got it to give, |
So ayo they gotta get got», they get to rolling and rocking the spot, |
Do it and get in and out with the grips, |
Neighbors is watching the property drop, |
Snaps is litty, mixing the Dusse with Henny, |
Hammers tucked under the Fendi, neighborhood know you get busy, |
But that neighborhood ain’t a gimmie, it ain’t been yours in a while tho, |
Same custi’s on citibike’s is pointing out pictures with 5−0, |
And all of the change that you saw |
That you igged cause you thought |
Would never change how you’re on, is everything you knew par, |
It’s everything they shoot for, based on what you’re here for, |
They never could’ve been more right if your type is to hear wrong, |
Heirlooms and accessories, all hang so pleasantly |
Pass that to who you love, treat that like weaponry |