Same Emotions

Team for my pocket, made a killin' off the Ojo My Greek ting pussy, μακαρόνι απ' το φούρνο Naija man, I'm a top striker like Yakubu I got the force with me, Obi Wan, Count Dooku Spear and a shield, I could be a Shaka Zulu I could even match your crazy, both crazy, both cuckoo I'm watchin' your body, got your body under obbo Got me froze, Han Solo, sirius, Pō Tolo Watch the cat's eyes swerve right from the pothole Get it poppin' on the pedals, no gears, I had a fixy link My killy by the Dixie, hustle on my Nipsey From Shoebury to Pitsea Had a stardog, I had 'em doggin' like two-tree Gap-tooth grin, I look goofy, but I'm bookey She sent a nigga pics, but the nudes don't move me But the coochie might move me That thing, she got the Fugee I just linked my nigga Gunga, and he told me, "Say nada" When you get it with integrity, it's ten times harder But it's much more rewarding Any time I play, I push my chips cah I'm all in Need the green Carti, buffies just to fix the distortion And I ain't no goth, I had the Ricks before Carti' Acne cap, that was khaki They were rockin' Versace with the triple black Huarache I done my own ting, different pattern, Fibonacci Then I patterned up my chargie, I ain't inna the malarkey In the mountains and the ???, man are major like Sharky I'm from Southend where white man'll call you "darkie" Presidential like Mugabe, on the M I'm bumpin' Jahshii With my wifey in the car seat, lookin' in her eyes like "They should put you in the Saatchi 'cause you're genuinely artsy" How the raas could they war me? Them are soft, them are mushy [Joe James] Told my jigga we got money on the way Too much joy, Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want? Same way that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the way (on the way, on the way, on the way) Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want? Same way that she hold my hand (on the way, on the way), she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone [Dave] Yeah Fuck prayin' for the world with a fake pastor End up handin' out a blessing to a slave master Raw feelings, need riots, not court dealings Marshall law is in effect, I did a Paul Phoenix I was embarrassed by my surname for no reason By a man who had three names with no meaning Can't read 'em, head in a Bible, I was psalm-readin' Fuck a tarot card, UAE, I'm in the palm, readin', heart bleedin' Gave bro life, but he's alive, so we can't grieve him Aren't even, ready for it I don't trust the law that we have, so why'd I need another fourty seven of 'em? Wavy like Max Biggavelli on a surfboard in Honolulu I don't do voodoo, rah, I'll do you like I never knew you You got all that money, but you're pissed becah they're lookin' through you I can see your soul cryin' out, 'cause you got nothin' to you Serious operation, I'm runnin', playin' no games Used to scam niggas that I know and give 'em fake names Two first names like, I dunno, Joe James Fifteen, still had that panic in my cold veins 'Preciate the struggle, no gas, I am propane No peace, I'm feelin' a way, I think I No peace, I'm something in the way, I think I'm Cobain Came in some Ed Hardy, feelin' like Jeff Hardy Matt Hardy, Tom Hardy, and they wanna bombard me, tch Sittin' on the fence, they wanna en-garde me My girl from Trinidad, I tell her, "Pass through, and cook what you want Cah where I'm from, we eat sharks too" Dagger same shape as a half moon, half man, half Harkkanen I made a killin', that was last June (Last June) [Joe James] Told my jigga we got money on the way Too much joy, Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want? Same way that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the way (on the way, on the way, on the way) Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want? Same way that she hold my hand (on the way, on the way, on the way), she gon' hold my gun You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone