SAS Stephen A. Smith by M Dymez Lyrics
Chorus:
What's a couple grand to a fuckin man though?
3 piece suit, with a matching lambo
Haters in my ear, I just make ’em disappear
All I gotta do is snap my fingers like i'm Thanos
I don't care what I’m sayin'
I'm just Stephen A'ing
(Repeat 4X)
Verse 1) M Dymez
Sandoz got me feelin' funny, where my clown nose?
It ain't pretty, gettin' litty
Like these fuckin' lamp posts, ye
Haters in my ear, I just make ’em disappear
All I gotta do is snap my fingers like I’m Thanos
But with one more ring like Jordan in the 90's
At the time no one behind me
Now Lebron is damn close
I don’t know what I'm sayin'
I'm just Stephen A’ing
I'm just spraying like I'm fucking Rambo (ramble)
All these sheep, movin' in unison
Like a line dance
Now a moment ain't a moment with no time stamp
If your shit ain't on video with some fine ass hoes
What's the chances of you boostin' up your likes on your post
I don't know
Ya I eat that pussy like my porter man it's pink inside
Rare like my talent man right now you're seein' a different side
Watch how you look at me ya you might see a different guy
Two face stuntin' motherfuckers better pick a side
Choose your fate cuz if you don't then I'll just flip a coin
I'll let you pick the game you still goin' get destroyed
Ya you could stack the deck, i'll keep them 6's on me
Up my sleeve, just to remind me
(Chorus)
Verse 2) Jordan St. Juste
I've been gone since October, you ain't even do shit
Next time I take a break, niggas better move quick
I'm about to "Take Over" like I'm off the Blueprint
Talk big, little nigga you could get your tooth chipped
You don't ever wanna end up as a fuckin news clip
I swear my patience thinner than a fuckin toothpick
Lucky I been on a straightened arrow like a pool stick
You say you walk around with hammers, where's your fuckin tool kit?
Ya what's a couple bands to a fuckin' man?
I did it on my own I had a fuckin plan
I got my business right now I'm a fuckin brand
I built myself from the bottom I had the upperhand tho
Up to me, lyrically, you couldn't hold a candle
Didn't wanna do it to 'em but they gave me ammo, (they did)
Ya we the new Sopranos
You give the boss a couple minutes I could have it handled, foreal
(Chorus)
What's a couple grand to a fuckin man though?
3 piece suit, with a matching lambo
Haters in my ear, I just make ’em disappear
All I gotta do is snap my fingers like i'm Thanos
I don't care what I’m sayin'
I'm just Stephen A'ing
(Repeat 4X)
Verse 1) M Dymez
Sandoz got me feelin' funny, where my clown nose?
It ain't pretty, gettin' litty
Like these fuckin' lamp posts, ye
Haters in my ear, I just make ’em disappear
All I gotta do is snap my fingers like I’m Thanos
But with one more ring like Jordan in the 90's
At the time no one behind me
Now Lebron is damn close
I don’t know what I'm sayin'
I'm just Stephen A’ing
I'm just spraying like I'm fucking Rambo (ramble)
All these sheep, movin' in unison
Like a line dance
Now a moment ain't a moment with no time stamp
If your shit ain't on video with some fine ass hoes
What's the chances of you boostin' up your likes on your post
I don't know
Ya I eat that pussy like my porter man it's pink inside
Rare like my talent man right now you're seein' a different side
Watch how you look at me ya you might see a different guy
Two face stuntin' motherfuckers better pick a side
Choose your fate cuz if you don't then I'll just flip a coin
I'll let you pick the game you still goin' get destroyed
Ya you could stack the deck, i'll keep them 6's on me
Up my sleeve, just to remind me
(Chorus)
Verse 2) Jordan St. Juste
I've been gone since October, you ain't even do shit
Next time I take a break, niggas better move quick
I'm about to "Take Over" like I'm off the Blueprint
Talk big, little nigga you could get your tooth chipped
You don't ever wanna end up as a fuckin news clip
I swear my patience thinner than a fuckin toothpick
Lucky I been on a straightened arrow like a pool stick
You say you walk around with hammers, where's your fuckin tool kit?
Ya what's a couple bands to a fuckin' man?
I did it on my own I had a fuckin plan
I got my business right now I'm a fuckin brand
I built myself from the bottom I had the upperhand tho
Up to me, lyrically, you couldn't hold a candle
Didn't wanna do it to 'em but they gave me ammo, (they did)
Ya we the new Sopranos
You give the boss a couple minutes I could have it handled, foreal
(Chorus)