Toki Wright - The Next Best Thing lyrics

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Toki Wright - The Next Best Thing lyrics

[Hook]: Now I don't really care what you heard this year But the next best thing is standin' right here Copped a new record and put it in your ear Stopped from you textin' and put it in the air Now I don't give a f** if you got a full cup Better throw that sh** out or drank that sh** up From now on every year is my year Yes the next best thing is standin' right here [Verse One]: You dealin' with a full frontal three card monte Seen a lot of rappers but don't see nobody Unless you with the core or the guardians beside me Unless you Ill Three, Trama or my man Ali Did a lot of rap shows, scratched a little cash flow Playin' with so many toy soldiers call me Hasbro Gettin' plenty tired of these double crossin' a**holes Slap 'em have 'em talkin' to themselves like they Satchmo Blow the horns for the four alarm Colonel Storm My coat of arms stuck to plenty jawns in your dorm It's not adhesive see it's something like magnetism Shout to the graph writers I support vandalism Spray the walls, car stalls, bomb hard On the yard, run long from the dogs Stay far from that long arm law But that's on y'all, sh** your boy can't draw I paint a picture and a picture's worth a thousand words Stayed in the 'burbs pimpin' I done heard a thousand slurs They on the ghetto curb I done heard a thousand birds Love to my double dutchin' girls with a thousand turns I went to Harry High right off the meetin' block And I'm a thrift store king, love when the boosters shop There's plenty girls up in the club, frontin' super hot But they got mo' co*ks in 'em then a rooster flock I read an article that said that I am a hype man I ain't a hype man f**er I'm a live band So you know where to stick the catheter The first Minnesota rapper that has ever toured in Africa [Hook]: Now I don't really care what you heard this year But the next best thing is standin' right here Copped a new record and put it in your ear Stopped from you textin' and put it in the air Now I don't give a f** if you got a full cup Better throw that sh** out or drank that sh** up From now on every year is my year Yes the next best thing is standin' right here [Verse Two]: Shout to the revolutionaries and the organizers Love to the B-Boys and no love for the raw suppliers I got love for all my project boys and I know we'd stop pitchin' if they'd stop shippin' in the poison Shout to all the lovely girls in the house Go and get your lovely girls out they house Cause y'all the type to turn a hard head silly And underground rap be hard neck city From the home of Jimmy, Jerry and the last lynchin' From the home of Prince, Dylan and collapsed bridges When the winter come gotta get your slow plow Brothers be like, "Oh sh**!" Others be like "Oh ya!" We in the woods we keep it sharper than a pine needle You sound dumb like when folk be yellin' at blind people I tell ya now that I'm a hard act to follow Cause every word I got connect like eye brows on Frida Kahlo I heard a s**er say that I should put my pack away Shave my head, grow a curl spray and activate You must've tripped over your rock and fell and cracked your brain I'd rather fall asleep on the block rockin' platinum chains I roll with fly girls, shouts to the Indigenous I'm down with Los Naive, k**in' all the pilgrim sh** I got plenty quotables you can play 'em back Must be out your f**in' mind thinkin' that I'mma pay to rap I read an article that said that I'm a hype man I ain't no hype man stupid I'm a live band Though you might see me host a show You can guess who's the next best in line that's supposed to {explosion}