Icarus
(Uptown)
(Uptown)
Ughhhh
(Uptown with it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
7 Set you know what it is
(Yeah, yeah)
God dammit
Shorty don't panic
When I pull up in that motherfuckin' Aston
Girl you ready know Imma be grippin' that ass yea
We can disappear out the scene like magic
And you know I have that
You don't want no static
Shout to Mike Mage get that Money Automatic
Oh dammit
Shit tragic
Flip stacks like it's fucking gymnastics
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Looking for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
Yeah you know I never quit
Henny in my system
Yea I swear to God Imma shine, Imma glisten
2 bad bitches Imma pass 'em to the clique yea
Me and wifey poppin' Moet in the VIP yea
I don't give a fuck
Leber give it up
If I'm pullin' up
I might have to rock a tux
Just because of how I have to merk em'
Prayers at the service
Stuntin' so hard I can tell it really hurt them
On purpose
See y'all looking nervous
Swag hard if I spend I'm gon' splurge it
And I do it like it's urgent
Like a surgeon
Yeah
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Lookin' for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
Yea, 7 been the Set
Never gon' forget
Don't fuck with me less you really want regrets
Damn
Give me my respect
(Give me my respect)
Give me my respect
Never gon' gas it
Leber that disaster
Pull up with the word like a mofuckin' pastor
Yea she gon' bless me
Don't you ever stress me
Imma have to snipe all these haters like Wesley
One call trust me
Shit can get messy
I'm about to dance on your grave like Presley
Better you believe it
I know that you see it
Bask in the vibes yea you know that Imma genius
I'm about to free it
Shorties be feenin'
Only thing she want is some Casa and some penis
If I throw a show I might have to make it free yea
Make you pull up like a mofuckin' subpoena
(Let's get it)
Might need a - whole damn arena
Battling my foes, yea myself, and my demons
Be with the dream team
Yeah, we the chosen
And I'm in the stu' posted up w Beethoven
(Yurrr)
Yea you ready know this
Never been a novice
Imma run the world this my mofuckin' promise
(Yeah, yeah)
(It's that motherfuckin' 7 Set)
(Bronx)
Yeah
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Lookin' for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
(Uptown)
Ughhhh
(Uptown with it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
7 Set you know what it is
(Yeah, yeah)
God dammit
Shorty don't panic
When I pull up in that motherfuckin' Aston
Girl you ready know Imma be grippin' that ass yea
We can disappear out the scene like magic
And you know I have that
You don't want no static
Shout to Mike Mage get that Money Automatic
Oh dammit
Shit tragic
Flip stacks like it's fucking gymnastics
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Looking for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
Yeah you know I never quit
Henny in my system
Yea I swear to God Imma shine, Imma glisten
2 bad bitches Imma pass 'em to the clique yea
Me and wifey poppin' Moet in the VIP yea
I don't give a fuck
Leber give it up
If I'm pullin' up
I might have to rock a tux
Just because of how I have to merk em'
Prayers at the service
Stuntin' so hard I can tell it really hurt them
On purpose
See y'all looking nervous
Swag hard if I spend I'm gon' splurge it
And I do it like it's urgent
Like a surgeon
Yeah
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Lookin' for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
Yea, 7 been the Set
Never gon' forget
Don't fuck with me less you really want regrets
Damn
Give me my respect
(Give me my respect)
Give me my respect
Never gon' gas it
Leber that disaster
Pull up with the word like a mofuckin' pastor
Yea she gon' bless me
Don't you ever stress me
Imma have to snipe all these haters like Wesley
One call trust me
Shit can get messy
I'm about to dance on your grave like Presley
Better you believe it
I know that you see it
Bask in the vibes yea you know that Imma genius
I'm about to free it
Shorties be feenin'
Only thing she want is some Casa and some penis
If I throw a show I might have to make it free yea
Make you pull up like a mofuckin' subpoena
(Let's get it)
Might need a - whole damn arena
Battling my foes, yea myself, and my demons
Be with the dream team
Yeah, we the chosen
And I'm in the stu' posted up w Beethoven
(Yurrr)
Yea you ready know this
Never been a novice
Imma run the world this my mofuckin' promise
(Yeah, yeah)
(It's that motherfuckin' 7 Set)
(Bronx)
Yeah
Lean to the left
Shorty with the shits
Imma have to go ahead and wine on her hip
Lookin' for the real
Yea you know I'm it
Young Nas Leber yea you know I'm too legit
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Writer(s): Joshua Tutiven
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