GBB - Ii.2 Start-Hours-Best Year-Water Drops lyrics

START LYRICS ACT II: Track 2 …for the Record Llegos (prod. g bb) INTRO Ya, Welcome Welcome to the Start Just…for the Record Whoo! Ching-a-ling-a-ding-ding Ching-a-ring-a-ding A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding, A-ring-a-ding-ding-ding Yee HOOK If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be VERSE 1 Yeah yeah, come f** with me, I'm going places that you'd like to I can make a hundred beats and then proceed to spit ‘em right through Jaws drop they can't believe, they get surprised that it is a white dude And now I got em stressing ‘bout the things I might do Ay, coming around and in love with this sound If there's something I want then I'm hunting it down Up in the clouds and sky bound, my lifestyle's ‘bout heights now You're curled in bed in a nightgown I'm working ahead, I'm a night owl Bite sound, till I'm iced out Hundred to count, f** wit me now My weed is in a bag ripe fruit in a mason jar Your music is a drag like we are racing cars I barely have to brag if you bring them basic bars Basking in vapors, young Nicky villain, Darth Vader, Ah HOOK If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now If you're in love with me, you better f** with me now Cause if you're in love with me well then you're someone to be VERSE 2 Yeah yeah, I always keep it real, 100 percent authentic Growing up from a boy into this man, I already been it If I say this sh** then I meant it Straight up without an edit I never let it go, embedded in my mental skull is impressive flow I smoke weed until my eyes are sore I make beats, play chords, spit lines, get high, like my credit score A king to this land, I reign and let it pour Flow streams like reservoir, no sleep, rest or snore Collect and store until my head swells Now I need neck support for my skeleton I wanna get hella rich, and then get some more Music taught me less is more Can't conform to heavens door Working morning eleven to four am I a-m meant for more BRIDGE I'm a nice a** motherf**er Working hard and going upward I've had this sh** in the bag from the Start Young god in the form of an artist And this is just the Start of it, this is just the Start of it Wo shi yige bucuo de pigu motherf**er Nuli gongzou he xiangshang Wo cong yi kaishi jiu zai bao li you zhege gou shi Nianqing de she yishujia de coche Zhe zhishi ta de kaishi, zhishi de kaishi (You see, I told y'all on Hello…I Am The Fellow that English was too easy, I might switch to Cantonese on G'eez…and y'all didn't really believe me...haha, what's good? Young God! Young God! Ay…for the Record this is how the young god came to be) HOURS LYRICS ACT II: Track 2 …for the Record Llegos (prod. g bb) INTRO You can turn it a little louder…Ok that's, one notch down…that's good Nicky is a thief, so please ask yourself what is blood to a leech? I got all the hours in the day But so many ideas want to come out to play VERSE 1 This is the reason I purposely evolved myself into an Insomniac I kept spinning records of sound, around like the hubcaps of a Pontiac The hardest working motherf**er I'm on top of that If something goes down I got your back (I suffer from hypochondria) The creative inner G of Baby G Is basically the energy of ATP From a mitochondria My pearly whites are obviously an ostrea Hobgoblin has been throwing bombs from his esophagus I turned on the Future of hip-hop and I got the softest dick Y'all don't want no problem with me, but let me speak what the problem is These blockheads are gasoline, it is hot, but it pollutes the stream And I'm the universal solute, I'm water Now let the faucet drip I make a profit and I split it I'm on the clock like time, some of my lines you might need to pause to get it Pause HOOK Thieves have come and left and gone and everybody knows Believe what's in your retina, especially when your eyes are closed (Aaaah-oo-oo-ooo) (x7) VERSE 2 You see there is not much that I am scared of because I conquered myself Me and the devil have been in a stare off inside my every single cell I often conclude that my music is worth way more than to sell He wipes mascara off his face as I walk away from hell I have been been working uber hard but y'all can probably tell I'm gonna make it super far, that's where I prosper to dwell I'll get a coupe for a car and buy things that aren't for sale I was a loser to start now y'all are alarmed as a bell Y'all want the proof in my art now that that G is doing well Well I got truth in my bars so I proceed to speak and spell I'm going lunar to mars just because I might as well And my words can be marked soon I will ensemble Pharrell I am ahead of the fed troopers doing things I shouldn't tell My head is Lex Luther, I think I'm gonna get locked up for bail But I am not a bad man, I rap with a harp and a spell Someone please go tell Batman, I need help, Arkham has fell You see I'm a**uming my part, my art is to spill this wealth I am living in the farthest part of this particle realm I carve artifacts with my martyrous zeal Set apart from charts and imbeciles, I'm marvelous and I'm still on the swell I have been in the booth so long I need a shower I smell I got a pooch said she wants to undo my trousers and my belt But I gave her the deuce, I'd rather spend an hour by myself How the f** will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf? OUTRO Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock BEST YEAR LYRICS Act II: Track 2 …for the Record Llegos (prod. g bb) Intro Dear my, d-d-d-dear my listener Welcome to my spoken letter Yee! Yee! Ay Verse 1 Dear my listener I'm in your ear, I'm in gear Become inured to let the engine steer I got lessons as an engineer Best not interfere or I bet your ends near Wrote a check to myself for next year I came in this game, spelled my name to make things clear This strain of Mary Jane melts my brain, let me think here I paint a small frame, I smell fame so we clink beer What I say has been done, no to-do or -ing here I do as I please, it's more-so I pressure peers I'm extra weird, you see my hormones are premiere Get dressed with ease, my wardrobe the freshest gear Business and pleasure, I foreshow my best of years I'm an adult, oh dear, consequences are severe My thirst gets quenched through cheers and second beers I'm one of a kind in a celestial year Oh you think you got lines? Well I'm a convex sphere, catch the concept here? Hook Dopey's half deaf in his left ear Yet, the most definite here Dope hard to impress So if Dope like what he hear it's cause its not far-fetched Make sure what you've said is clear Give him peace, he'll rest here Welcome to the dop-est year b**h (Best year) Welcome to my best year Welcome to my best year (Welcome, welcome Welcome to my best year (Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome) I said, I must write once again Blot my ink inside of the pen Verse 2 Dear my listener This is pure elixir The cure is to sit back and grasp the picture I prefer you refer to the young God as mister Ain't no mystery the kid is a sliver of sinister But a good man is a mixture Of net worth, knows when to work Can get hurt, owns a dress shirt Has ethics, is independent, has a well known presence, can tell ya lessons And not to mention I maintain a friendship with my sister I swear this money, it couldn't come any quicker Stomach growls from the prowl to make my allowance bigger When I'm hungry, be my server, I'm a big tipper Prepared to count so much loud I should quiet down and whisper Devilishly good looking But don't get me mistooken for a kid who didn't get his books in I'm out here writing verses and taking what I like Captain of the hook, I'm crooking Won't be laying in a cushion, I'm staying up tonight Outro Always staying up Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome, welcome! Points of view make up a man Welcome to the dark eye of our hero