调：C major
Verse 1
New York, we coming, we coming
Here we come
New York, we coming, we coming
I'm just a child that has his own,
I grab a pen and then it's on
Came from nothing to pumping,
went from sitting to jumping
Used to step, now we stompin'
Used to beat, now we thumpin'
Call me the master of the craziest style
I be that one,
I like to chill down here on earth
But I descend from the sun
That's why I'm hotter than fire
God calls on me to shine light
There's just some unworthy opponents
That just sit back and bite
They try to feel what they can't
I use their ass like a stamp
In AUG, I'm the champ
That's why Moses up and down
They say we're tasty like smokers
That's why they all wanna fuck us
They say they love but don't trust us
That's why I'm shakin' these dusters
I set it off from the start
Break all these haters apart
I treat them all like balloons
I'll move to give her the spot
And if you ridin' in your car,
you best to put it in park
And turn it up! What? Now
turn it up! What?
Pullin' up, killer G -Stacks,
rollin' two G -5 Lacks
Cannon -painted throwbacks,
808s and hi -hats,
vicar flow to crush cats
Soundin' off with gun cracks,
it smells like shit,
need to impale your brain
the anger, unlockable, the beat,
undroppable to people like you
This hoes, it's probable
to crank your body,
rock you, twist and flip,
my stats way higher
than your niggas' best weed
So we gettin' demolished,
I'm poppin' lyrics like hydraulics
And every time I spit around,
They don't require the knowledge,
I'm just too much for your mind
If you ain't got what I'm saying,
cause my style you couldn't get
And if you look around the room,
Don't try to think, just blink
Cause you ain't seeing me
blackin'
with them sorry ass lyrics
You need to step back and turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Now turn it up
What? Turn it up for a second,
hit him with this lyrical blessing
Them niggas gon' need a miracle,
stressing my southern
resurrection
Don't need check my credentials,
I get mental on instrumentals
Leave a hole in your temple,
call my temper right incidental
Surgeon
General proving we win,
my crew is a shoo -in
More animals than a zoo,
shoot em who don't know
what they're doing
Robbing loot in the booth
with these lunatics that I defluent
Swinging like they a roof,
I'm the truth, no matter who wins
Cause how they do sins,
I'm the victor and it's been proven
I ain't losing to you,
So check out the stats,
and the way I crumble these tracks
I bumble just like a bee
and I rumble like thundercats
The chrome not wanting back
so I'm gonna keep on drilling em
Filling em with the illest lyrics,
Turn it up! What? Now turn it up!
What? Now turn it up!
What? Now turn it up!
What? Now turn it up!
What? Now turn it up!
What? you
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