Darth Vader
Word to my momma, I promise I gotta go get it
Hop in my whip and then be on my way
Now I'm coppin' a ticket to Cali
My mission, the Valley, the Bay, then L.A.
'Til I finally come back to Miami
Passion, a Grammy, a handful of cash
And respect from the people who can't understand me, but have to respect it
Tired of humble, tired of subtle and being neglected
Just me and my message, I'm seeing your best shit
Compared with mine next, and it seems unimpressive
I'm being directed, and we ain't correct
'Cause your cameras are off and your TV's reflective and black
I'm so out the box that I walked right back into that shit
Just to show I'm the best in the pack
Accept it as fact, I take what is my mine
If it's yours then it's mine, no exception to that
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Yeah
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Yeah
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
So it's time to bring the pressure up
You niggas only my half whole
When I'm only half hoping you holding me back
So I keep the pressure up
Half past fours even if it beats four of you, or if I beat more of you
Nigga, y'all ain't got the pressure to match a black hole
Get it? Half hole, I'm whole, you have fallen
On the pressure, black coal
My nigga my rap so under pressure
I think its Logic, I match Cole, I'm born Simba
Nigga, fuck around I morph into Mufasa
Eat a nigga album for dinner
It's a four-course meal in a four-door with them 4-4s
What I'm spitting when I'm saying your name
And a bar had 4-4 times of the nine make a nigga crash and better stay in yo' lane
Whippin' up a 16, reppin' up a big team
Boy, I need a big ring, playing no games
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
I ain't never gave a fuck one time
In the land of the lost, I abandon the law
If you ever try to stop me then you won't be standing at all when this brand assault
Yeah, I'm the sultan, nigga
So if we got a problem, I'ma solve it, nigga
Lord Noctis, fucking sovereign, nigga
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Yeah
Hop in my whip and then be on my way
Now I'm coppin' a ticket to Cali
My mission, the Valley, the Bay, then L.A.
'Til I finally come back to Miami
Passion, a Grammy, a handful of cash
And respect from the people who can't understand me, but have to respect it
Tired of humble, tired of subtle and being neglected
Just me and my message, I'm seeing your best shit
Compared with mine next, and it seems unimpressive
I'm being directed, and we ain't correct
'Cause your cameras are off and your TV's reflective and black
I'm so out the box that I walked right back into that shit
Just to show I'm the best in the pack
Accept it as fact, I take what is my mine
If it's yours then it's mine, no exception to that
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Yeah
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Yeah
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
So it's time to bring the pressure up
You niggas only my half whole
When I'm only half hoping you holding me back
So I keep the pressure up
Half past fours even if it beats four of you, or if I beat more of you
Nigga, y'all ain't got the pressure to match a black hole
Get it? Half hole, I'm whole, you have fallen
On the pressure, black coal
My nigga my rap so under pressure
I think its Logic, I match Cole, I'm born Simba
Nigga, fuck around I morph into Mufasa
Eat a nigga album for dinner
It's a four-course meal in a four-door with them 4-4s
What I'm spitting when I'm saying your name
And a bar had 4-4 times of the nine make a nigga crash and better stay in yo' lane
Whippin' up a 16, reppin' up a big team
Boy, I need a big ring, playing no games
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
I ain't never gave a fuck one time
In the land of the lost, I abandon the law
If you ever try to stop me then you won't be standing at all when this brand assault
Yeah, I'm the sultan, nigga
So if we got a problem, I'ma solve it, nigga
Lord Noctis, fucking sovereign, nigga
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Word to my homies, word to my homies
Word to my homies
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Joseph
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.