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Correct Pop Radio & Pearly Gates Lyrics
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Correct Pop Radio & Pearly Gates
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[Verse:] Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit Had the freakin’ fortitude to ask me if I’m with it (Are you with it?) Well of course, yeah, I’m sure, are you kidding I mean, it’s only fitting, shit, I do it for a living When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie Sit on down and listen, you won’t have to wonder why Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz On that bawitdaba da bang da bang Man, it’s so strange, we all came from orangutans Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs Stay in your lane, young man, don’t you change a thing We gonna get high if you wanna, it’s your birthday party Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash Ain’t playin’ games, paid in cash with the grain stack Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that Give it to you straight, never stray, let ‘em play that [Hook:] Pop radio Pop radio Pop radio Here’s comin’, now they runnin’ for the door [Verse 2:] Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin’ a stogie You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki I was oed Chanel and cheap Chanel Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell That’s the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill Got them red shells ready and I’m comin’ for the kill If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill If they drop me from the label, I’ll be… for a mill’ Skills, never leavin’ home without ‘em Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder Branch out, I’ll splatter your grey matter When I’m late for a date Drink tea with the Sane Hatter [Hook:] - [Verse:] Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College Got a motto, full ride them then retire to Bahamas I probably shouldn’t my goodness, no idea what I have put up with Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz Listen to what Q-Tip said, “game it be the shadiest” Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my shit? I’ve been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane But lets be honest for a second, we all know we’re not the same And I know just what you think, this wonder is one hit It’s a product or a… I promise it’s not it No verse that I ain’t rip With words that you can’t script We all know who did it first, it just hurts you to admit I’ve been shitted on, spit up on, dissed and forgotten Rick Ross can be a cop, Drake started from the bottom No offense, I don’t want to start a problem but come on All I ever did was tell you I was champ in beer pong I don’t want to live forever but sure hope it lasts long Never underestimate the power of a rap song Never following a fad, I create a platform Have a son and leave him something Hopeful he can pass on like [Hook:] We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right? [Verse 2:] Keep my foot up on the gas, now I’m never going back off Now they’re saying, “Ash, yo that mother fuckers back dog.” Sure, had it in my palm but I had to let it go Some may say I’m wrong, but it’s the only way I could grow Most don’t understand this entire thing is out control No matter how it’s going down, always have to let them know Kids eat your vegetables, stretch, wear your spf Give 110% work until it’s nothing left I refuse, but I confess Wanted me to keep them dumb Get them stoned, get them drunk I’m supposed to let them dunk? Nah fuck that, man I’m jumping up to stuff that Even if that means I’m getting stuck with just a buss pass Bucks keep the money, I love the feeling of hungry 101 and running from the city it’s always sunny I’m cunning and funny, something you can never take from me I know you feel it coming, mummy didn’t raise a dummy Love me hate me call me crazy no matter what they rate me Or how serious they take me, what the labels try to make me Man I know that I’m amazing, I’ll prove it just you wait And I’ll never have a problem when I reach the pearly gates like [Hook:]
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