9-24-7000 - Action Bronson, Rick Ross

Shit, sweep you off your feet

Like Ryu in the corner

Shit, man, haha

Smooth, man

I’m a fuckin' smooth mover, uh

Yo, if I didn’t say it’s me, you would probably think it’s Sting

My fish go bling, what, this old thing?

I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit

Then I’m gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, fuck the bullshit

November rain came the same day

My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13

Only compare me to Kevin Spacey

Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two Kamalas

Do a world tour and scoop some dollars

Come home and hit the pool hall

I’m fishbowlin' new Impalas

Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast

It’s me, man

I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head

Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin' no head

You ain’t gettin' no bread, you ain’t gettin' no shows

You ain’t gettin' no dough, you ain’t gettin' no hoes

Dawg, I hit the best of 'em, motherfuck the rest of 'em

Well, now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, huh?

I should probably put a wetsuit on

I’ll be right back…

Young Renzel, line two

Young A.B., I got this you dig?

Yeah, yo (Maybach music)

I love my rude bitches, end up as new bitches

Skippin' school bitches, cookin' me food bitches

All my niggas down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens

Got a few tickets for bitches who truly digged us

College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics

Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace

Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner

Simple individual, confident in the Lotus

Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes

As I open my eyes, surprised by seven figures

Baking soda required, decided drug dealin'

Residents is divided amongst the feds and children

Let him keep totin' drugs if he willin' to plead guilty

The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie

Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy

I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me

Biggest (Maybach music) boss

Why are we letting things in the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,

penetrate our neural wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?

Wh-what really

is a thought?

Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?

Can you or can’t you?

Is free will a-a real thing or is it the philosophy of

free will, see 'cause scrip-ahaha…