Kid Jimi - Hotline Bling / Ghetto Symphony Remix lyrics

Part 1 : HOTLINE BLING [Verse 1: Harsh Mangat] Haven't been the same since that phone call came And I been tryna call back but all these raps on the hood of it don't stop Till I am not quite good for it, and that's never Money's the motivation, to forever get better But I'd rather rock shelves, not rock a single bed And never rock a Benz, man that sh** hurts You dream for a wallet, I dream fat leather Keep my hits real, then get the cheddar And when I get it all, I'll call back, I'll call back because I never say never, oh I flow through the veins when you hear the ring and I'm loyal to the game And through it, I learned a few things and I really hope you never do change I'll be back for you babe I've been through the game a fair bit Not feeling the risk to taste it It's like an illusion that gets deeper just when you think you've tamed it And these bars, this flow, just won't stop, my switch is ON, G-O And My Clique's always on the good B.O I'm like please don't, stop the flow I'm like I know, when that Hotline Bling Yeah, I know when that cell-phone ring If I don't pickup, I know you gon' sting But where your a** was at when I needed that sh**? Where your a** was at when you were stalking that b(itch)'? Where the gas was at when I was pulling that peddle? And where the hell were you, when I was shifting through levels? [Bridge] What A Time To Be Alive in 2015 2Pac Vibes when I see that Henny 2 B.I.G. Fat lies in the last sixteen Check, Run It ! I'm in 2016! [Outro] Like D-R-E, 99-01, 00-22, I rep CHD Strictly for the game, not for a phone call or a ring I feel charged up Been k**in this beat so soft, I label it Krillin RIP Meek, man 'twas good while you were in it You got exactly what you asked for, this ghetto symphony, yeah this ghetto symphony is my new pa**port Part 2 : GHETTO SYMPHONY [Verse 2: Harsh Mangat] I'm from the hood where the ba** kicks more a** than the matrix Where the bros calling em' bros go all foes for their side chicks Where you can find a ton of Slim Shady's but ain't no one with the balls, to stand up when called, a bunch of phonies, frauds A few learned blow up, turn their heads like Faust And we state that the state of affairs is at a complete f**ing loss Wait up as we elevate up for the lord And they never ever weighed us for a fraud Now watch me bu*ter these bars, they're gone We keep it real, we write smart I go 'round your head like a Nascar Got more laps than you got bars More layers than the Mars bar In My ling, I call it, "aar-paar." That's right, "Our Power." Gearing up for this rush hour We don't curse character, BR Back from the levitation, we stand firm on our ground, always innovating First in line, never in the waiting Tryna set trends with my flows like spaceships Call Me A Spaceman but I ain't electronic and I ain't basic When I pump the engines, straight fly like a G6 Ya'll just rage quit Yeah Ya'll just rage quit