GRAND NEXUS - Yellow Tommy lyrics

(Grand Nexus) Yo, yo Ayo, Ceven, yo, you see that n***a right there With that yellow Tommy coat? Yo, I think that's my size, b I'm about to run up on a n***a right now for that sh** All flossin' and sh**, f** out of here 7X (Ceven) Connect the lines I illustrate Geometric decorative design Demonstrate food for minds On dinner plates, god Here's a penny for your thoughts I got 12 on the table In rows of 4 What doesn't belong My 6th sense weeds out the wack sh** Doesn't last long in my cyph Divine rap keep me contact with the earth Stand my turf like the last crusades Defend the real from the masquerade I move casual Bishop to C4 diagonal On board slide past pawns spitting irrational pop rap I keep my darts sharp to stop that Dead in their tracks CSX freight My name roll past in big letters/ You see Ceven 6BC Bundled up Tommy sweaters or better Whatever the mission My team forming a coalition for cream Last year had dreams of triple black Infinit's The most villainous plan we devised En route to CT Popped on I-95 2012 summertime I remember when Back in 04 n***as flex on my block without a membership Retaliate with FG representatives Fam, my street relatives Fast forward 10 years later Whip searched on Decatur I eased out the car Hit Grand and met Deas' at the garage Politic depict collages on the canvases Spitting lines to my squad off tablets Like Moses reading commandments The god speaks The voice in your head is my thoughts out loud it's shown My words name the streets we roam Rap ill like I'm Caligula All hail the superior The emperor's not impressed I spread the Boro like hysteria Jersey to Siberia (Grand Nexus) Benny Bernanke Who a Yankee? Check my bank And I'll attack And plank a javelin Upon his Madison 7X the maximum Golden yellow Tommy coat Sweats hold my omnipotent And when the club Offer me coat check I trolley coach My Gore-Tex You know when ollars make sense? When they percentages Street Dreams Dont leave no fingerprint Invest in Nex' and Ceven And When We reign over the fortunate I keep you prayerless Racing home to sport my Pair of Bayonetts To rest along Ya bubble vest What we say cause ripple effects Tickle your neck The god say Pete Sake 7X slay Laying some testaments Through many lands Me and my mammals travel Sand and camels Send the mail, though Manning Rovers From New York I span the angles Rental spots Learned bout my plan A tourism welcome van Pick us up in some Lincoln limos Just to cattle brand your temple Bestow a Top portfolio I'm Noah's ark With flow and I'm Jonas Salk in rap You Romeo I'm talking holy roads My style like the churches Not Episcopal 'Cause I Fly my fiscal terms The holy highness Advise the tax advice Through rhyming Yo, if Esco with that duty free And Deaser link the tropics up Bring my keys to the Mohegan then Cause I keep meetings really brief, B My hand washes the other Watch the turn signals Feeling breezes creep the window Run you Have Clarks turn into Timbos My enemies Shoot with the sharp Greet heathens gripping the spark Street meetings within the park A person's purse is Getting stocked Burgundy journals We Taking turns At the same time A Chevy 'Burban Outfitted with tourette guns Is waiting by our way side Yo, it's One love to Hardaway New Jeru causing a scandal Even A cautious man Can feel a slug Between his thoughts And mandible Ceven and Grand Nexus Got wet sneakers to jump on The chest of some vexed regular Speaking deceiving stunts And in My efforts to hold a supersport And Lexus car Ended up in Selvedge denim overalls 7X recordings y'all