Sammy Adams - Just Me And My Vocals lyrics

I f**ed ‘er (she say) I f**ed ‘er (she say) Boston to NY Sammy Born in '87, a leo sent from heaven Had a feeling since 11, it started, was f**in' destined I run by paparazzi and these stairs are so irreverent But they'll hate me when they see me on TV, Johnny Deppin' Flash to more flashes, shattered from all the gla**es Jackin' coke in a mixture of what's ever in his baggie Shouts to Ruby Rivera, blockin' me from the cameras Openin' doors for me faster than a Porsche Carrera I swear that's on my life man, now me and Johnny Siteman My boss is straight gold, I don't even need a hype man Alright then, we good now Got a air roof, with my best friends My team sick, we don't need sh** We wavy while you seasick It's crazy, why so serious? People love me and they fear me, b**h You stare and drinkin' cranberry What the f** you on your period? Bring more, we got that Miley Cyrus, we on swag They lick once, then f** twice The butch rained in a dollar cab No allowance, we gon wait I'm a boss just like I sip A You droppin' that a** a free tape She could charge with MP3 rates I know me, I'm just me Sometimes we do act a team Went from stealing with Benny to livin' out my f**in' dreams Think before you move your lips That right there could sink the ships We ain't got no filter, takin' turns, watch us sink your b**h Truth pushin' that Bogota You ruled, your reign is over dawg Private flights to Cote d'Ivoire Rock star, no guitar Them lights on, Lou Vuitton Again, just me and my vocals Answer to our platoon With my fellaz Just me and my vocals, with all this weed and all my Gs But I ain't a f**in' local Did you think I was who these people goin' f**in' loco Got a euro, chick is so ho I walk around on Broadway, everybody takin' photos Got a Swedish chick that don't speak English But I beat it like rainin' Randy Coga Talkin' sh** about the kid? See to go ahead cuz we got ears yo Whole album is solo, illmatic that motto I mean Motto, press that bu*ton and follow that's how we want y'all Stacking up these numbers, b**hes making me tumblers Like “f** yea, that's Sammy Adams” King of soundtracks of my summer Got B major, got super dukes I got skateboards, it's a super truth No state cops, we hit cops Do it oldschool in this super loop Call this Sammypalooza You heard, you just look like losers I've been at this 3 years 3 years, yea that's the truth bruh You co-signin', just gotta sign You rock hotels and I stay Vermont You number 2 slash number 10 I went number 1 on my first try Dover Sammy so used now Got a ill crew that you not in Pack chicks off like I'm stocked in I'm on the rebound like Rodman Me and Gucci so Gucci NYC the same Louie I blew off across the radio after Antilantic sue me b**h 2 f**s, I got you man Live for me and my old fans Got 2 girls, take over then open a private spot dance Try to bring next to our X back f** Cannon, f** Kurt We had it luck, Joe got s**ed Overall, bad luck What DJ gon play since then? Got ‘em all, no lies here Time gon tell like an automat Give me 2 months and I'm outta here What? What? Give me 2 months and I'm outta here Yea