Gunplay - Ghetto Symphony Lyrics
[Intro]Do just what I tell youDon't come in any closerAnd no one will get hurtCause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]A rebel I be one day, on that track with GunplayOutcast my whole life so I decide to spit like AndreBeef is on my entree, gin and juice thats BombayDriving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way***** on a sunday, business on a mondayMy new crib came with feng shuiAnd my closet is like a runwayCome be my fiancee, she ***** me in a HyundaiMy rooftop got a loungeJust a sit around and watch her sunbatheDinner date for one K, shopping date for two KBoogie ass ***** made wait to ***** for two daysFinally got it today, swear to god my mood changedTop off like toupes, drop off, toucheYeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boyAnd my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boyBounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga GRiding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony[Verse 2: Gunplay]Whippin whitney, my mama as a witness*****es Lickin' and locking up my swishasOnce she blow my whistleShe know it's dismissalSpread the news I'm officialNow hop out my foreign vesselBefore I get aggressiveForget it, war ready, already testedTears and blood invested'Til my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is emptyShow me what you owe me and a porterhouse with thatBlack magic on the tires only IRolling down the lonely mile, phony smileWarrants, police on me now, still touringAnd my chain it may slow me down cheer forPain, in it's purest formDon't complain I came to reignFrom here forward, still noidSo crib got clear doorsBurning planes in my air forceAnd all I can see is clear ports[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big BoiThese rappers is all my entrée, eat em' like cookies, chips ahoyEat, enjoy, when I get annoyedKnow a couple niggas that I’d kill for joyEither Gunplay, runway, trip avoidBody get found by a lil' fishin' boyArnold Schwarzeneger, toss a niggaLike codeine mixed with a roidSmoke punch make a nigga trip collideQuit talkin' fast, you could grip the nineDamn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spineAnd the mother*****ers come in to cryYou niggas have a sour dipped in wineGuess that’s why the ground sip the winePourin liq so I soak in lift and shineTip tipped and toe I miss the skyMy soul gets cold, all my niggas diedSo and so, niggas live and dieBeneath shoe soles you will resideRappers get a mil' for these freakin' liesTryina come with this for their freakin livesHow many times in your eyes has a nigga died?Never!Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga
