Finesse 2017 by Rayyyan Lyrics
Hate, hate, hate like a saltshaker
They runnin' up feel like Niketown constantly
Go to the city like Bey it's not to leave
Born in the 80's and lady understand I got 90 days until block alotta
Friend who fallin' behind on me
Get straight to J Burner when I was a child they tried to blame it on the chronic?
Got change like Obama, Lamborghini Bey from today
Pourin out the drivers seat
It's true what they say
Walk a hundred million miles and find a new galaxy - I'm that new galaxy
But I'm hardcore like I murked all the talent from
You straight to cassette players lay all around an play when we were kings
(hook)
I climbed up, I climbed up, I climbed up
I climbed up to the top and now we still ain't made our mind up
Come get me off the floor of a 2012 Honda
Thought the end of days was comin'
East ladies see no way out but the way of the runway
Wanna act like they Finessin'
I took another moment passes then he lit my friend in honey
20 figures on the table get the suit, K my label
Touched a non-violent nerve, kill em with silence
Gimme the loot please
I got ways to crack this, Bey
Haitian racks tracin' back on my wrist
Brazen brats let their grey Mercedes crash
Let's be faded then cross faded
I got my juice waiting, I got my juice waitin'
(hook)
They runnin' up feel like Niketown constantly
Go to the city like Bey it's not to leave
Born in the 80's and lady understand I got 90 days until block alotta
Friend who fallin' behind on me
Get straight to J Burner when I was a child they tried to blame it on the chronic?
Got change like Obama, Lamborghini Bey from today
Pourin out the drivers seat
It's true what they say
Walk a hundred million miles and find a new galaxy - I'm that new galaxy
But I'm hardcore like I murked all the talent from
You straight to cassette players lay all around an play when we were kings
(hook)
I climbed up, I climbed up, I climbed up
I climbed up to the top and now we still ain't made our mind up
Come get me off the floor of a 2012 Honda
Thought the end of days was comin'
East ladies see no way out but the way of the runway
Wanna act like they Finessin'
I took another moment passes then he lit my friend in honey
20 figures on the table get the suit, K my label
Touched a non-violent nerve, kill em with silence
Gimme the loot please
I got ways to crack this, Bey
Haitian racks tracin' back on my wrist
Brazen brats let their grey Mercedes crash
Let's be faded then cross faded
I got my juice waiting, I got my juice waitin'
(hook)