[Intro: Murs]
I can't hear myself, Rue, oh
I can't hear myself over all those waves on your head
And then when you nod your head, it make it worse, nigga
Oh shit, yo
[Verse 1: Murs & Rapsody]
Two of the best emcees standing, cold branding
These All-Star checks I'm spending, I'm Diddy dancing
Without the shiny suits, though, your new favorite duo
Had a Gucci on the floor, I left the Versace for Bruno
And who knows the next time you'll see niggas connect rhymes?
You'll have to birth the second coming like 9th on the bassline
Turn to shoot, no seconds left, don't have to look, you know it's wet
When I'm on my LA shit like Bronny beatin' on his chest
Mamba shit, all kind of shit, my bars be like Obama lit
I rhyme with no recognizance, the flow is stream of consciousness
From continent to continent, combining vowels with consonants
We crushing competition that be claiming they can conquer this
Yeah, I'm doing more sets like Alanis did
Mama said, "If you don't use nothin' else, use your common sense"
It last longer if you talkin' on some honest shit (True)
That's the kind of flow that's gon' make you more than iconic, bitch
[Chorus: Reuben Vincent]
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I can't hear myself, Rue, oh
I can't hear myself over all those waves on your head
And then when you nod your head, it make it worse, nigga
Oh shit, yo
[Verse 1: Murs & Rapsody]
Two of the best emcees standing, cold branding
These All-Star checks I'm spending, I'm Diddy dancing
Without the shiny suits, though, your new favorite duo
Had a Gucci on the floor, I left the Versace for Bruno
And who knows the next time you'll see niggas connect rhymes?
You'll have to birth the second coming like 9th on the bassline
Turn to shoot, no seconds left, don't have to look, you know it's wet
When I'm on my LA shit like Bronny beatin' on his chest
Mamba shit, all kind of shit, my bars be like Obama lit
I rhyme with no recognizance, the flow is stream of consciousness
From continent to continent, combining vowels with consonants
We crushing competition that be claiming they can conquer this
Yeah, I'm doing more sets like Alanis did
Mama said, "If you don't use nothin' else, use your common sense"
It last longer if you talkin' on some honest shit (True)
That's the kind of flow that's gon' make you more than iconic, bitch
[Chorus: Reuben Vincent]
The sun shine and I'm getting to the paper
I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get my cake up
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
I wake up and I gotta thank my maker
I got a shot but I'd rather take the layup
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, all day I'm feelin' gangster
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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