Skyzoo - 95 Bad Boy Logo lyrics

The agenda don’t ever change much, the same from when we came up It stick with us now, to fit a crown without f**ing your fade up You double down on your way up Up on your way, up for the day til the day done Night turn to drop jeeps and Alize runs The soundtrack to it in the back where the weight’s tucked The baselines cover ba** lines til the tape stuck Fast forward to the B-sides where the tape run We kept the drop jeeps but turned the rest into Spade runs Running for chart space Running like if we was running off of a court date with a gun in the door safe Red bones at the light, f** with this car chase Bunch of Lorel’s got it looking like 4 Faiths Drawn to the light post, right so Rightfully hypefully know that we just want the allure straight Playing BYOBs up in Kum Kau, like y’all don’t sell Privilege So we just brought it with us And we just want the finals to not feel like a scrimmage It ain’t about the title its who you bodied to get it And anybody can get it, word to a Sean Combs remix And whatever Sean Combs did, we did Same rule applied like summersaulting a key out, key in sh** is ordained like a prefix All we really wanted was a ’95 bad boy logo On the back of a letterman, backstage at letterman Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in Patent leather 11s and, the band play the record and Puff screaming how we won’t stop while I get settled in To the swing of the record and, then the swing of the record is Tryna mimic this St. Laz piece over my neck and I Get to swinging this rhetoric, Fulton street benevolent But rap like a clip off the waist before the sedatives OZ orchestra, theme music for peddlers But back to the scene and the stage that I was setting and The feeling of a Hitman record gets Higher than Branson, or fly as a Vanson Or fly as BIG buying keys outta advances f** up a bag and run it back or run it round Rollie’s in the sky, bet nobody brung ’em down And when he told you “t-bone steak cheese eggs and welches grape” I grew up between Mikes and Country House Mikes is better, the lights is better when you underneath You light up whoever when you wanna eat Looking up to a logo of a toddler with his fist in the air Or letting the lama rip in the air Because all we really wanted was a ’95 Bad Boy logo On the back of a letterman, backstage at Letterman Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in Patent leather 11s and, the band play the record and Puff screaming how we won’t stop while I get settled in To the swing of the record and, then the swing of the record is Tryna mimic this St. Laz piece over my neck and bet That I don’t gotta loop this no more, you get the messages right?