Orchestrated
You hear them drums in the back (Get em get em)
You hear them in the back (Get em get em)
I said I'm rolling and these villains with me so welcome to the 42nd
You hear them drums in the back (Get em get em)
You hear them in the back (Get em get em)
I said I'm rolling and these villains with me so welcome to the 42nd Symphony
Now check me out
I said homie fuck peace you don't live in these streets
You don't hustle everyday to find something to eat
Your life will cease
I'm tellin you these clips is like Jesus on communion Sunday nigga everybody get a piece
I'm spillin' wine
I'm payin' tithes
I know it's mine
But see they check my grind
So I disguise what is divine
Write that in red lines
I know my jewelry looks like a new day so from time to time
I let it shine
That's in my mind
Yo composed by the soul of Castro
This music is my drug, so this symphony's a boat full of coke
Let it unload or float
Putting all these keys on like 4 different lines, I'm writing music notes
Usually chill like DMC and Run
But all this juice got to my head and all this sauce in my blood
Yo I'm illin' so what? Yo I'm trippin' so what?
Them niggas just showed up and now they chillin' in the cut
Check me out, yo when he slippin' then we robbing son
Cuz he the one that run his mouth and always startin' something
Now why you, now why you barking, why you talk to don?
Shit, why you still alive? I'm just waitin' till your coffin 's done
This that soft white flip it tip it then you get it off
This that shit that make me feel like young Erik B I'm too close to God
I'm so appalled, your logic 's flawed, why would I toast to yall?
When I was starving, I couldn't hear your applaud
I had to prove this dope was hard
We don't love em, we say fuck em to them hoes and to the cops
We can get that for the pop
Yo that's word to Ahk
Supply the whole block
All of my niggas out here peddling so hard it look like Tour de France
You think you know my hustle homie? You ain't seen nothing yet
My team so hungry for this cheese that they would run up on the government
Phantom of the opera in 3D, come see me
Ven aquí orchestrated by a real G
This that take over the city scheme
Godfather rock your whole team, sawed-off in the rose box scene
I'm tryna get a piece
Pulled a few strings
My team came with the trumpets
Bumpin' like percussions
Welcome to the symphony
You hear them in the back (Get em get em)
I said I'm rolling and these villains with me so welcome to the 42nd
You hear them drums in the back (Get em get em)
You hear them in the back (Get em get em)
I said I'm rolling and these villains with me so welcome to the 42nd Symphony
Now check me out
I said homie fuck peace you don't live in these streets
You don't hustle everyday to find something to eat
Your life will cease
I'm tellin you these clips is like Jesus on communion Sunday nigga everybody get a piece
I'm spillin' wine
I'm payin' tithes
I know it's mine
But see they check my grind
So I disguise what is divine
Write that in red lines
I know my jewelry looks like a new day so from time to time
I let it shine
That's in my mind
Yo composed by the soul of Castro
This music is my drug, so this symphony's a boat full of coke
Let it unload or float
Putting all these keys on like 4 different lines, I'm writing music notes
Usually chill like DMC and Run
But all this juice got to my head and all this sauce in my blood
Yo I'm illin' so what? Yo I'm trippin' so what?
Them niggas just showed up and now they chillin' in the cut
Check me out, yo when he slippin' then we robbing son
Cuz he the one that run his mouth and always startin' something
Now why you, now why you barking, why you talk to don?
Shit, why you still alive? I'm just waitin' till your coffin 's done
This that soft white flip it tip it then you get it off
This that shit that make me feel like young Erik B I'm too close to God
I'm so appalled, your logic 's flawed, why would I toast to yall?
When I was starving, I couldn't hear your applaud
I had to prove this dope was hard
We don't love em, we say fuck em to them hoes and to the cops
We can get that for the pop
Yo that's word to Ahk
Supply the whole block
All of my niggas out here peddling so hard it look like Tour de France
You think you know my hustle homie? You ain't seen nothing yet
My team so hungry for this cheese that they would run up on the government
Phantom of the opera in 3D, come see me
Ven aquí orchestrated by a real G
This that take over the city scheme
Godfather rock your whole team, sawed-off in the rose box scene
I'm tryna get a piece
Pulled a few strings
My team came with the trumpets
Bumpin' like percussions
Welcome to the symphony
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Kilo & Producertrenttaylor
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