Hit-Boy - Tyson 87 Lyrics
Straight exclusive!They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shitNow I'm all raping the gameNigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh presidentAll that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me inThey say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shitNow I'm all raping the gameNigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh presidentAll that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shitNow I'm on raping the gameNigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh presidentAll that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me liveI was twenty getting twenty racks of beat for them pop placesThey told me not to rap, nigga, how could I not say this?They're after my head, I'm trying to...Niggas used to show love, throw the shit so many tearsLike a pop playlist!I come from a clique full of niggas too boozy fo GucciI'll be in the club trying to say I'm making moviesWe'll be overseas, nigga, really making moviesI wrote this all day, so I was really unrulyReminiscent a two-three, y'all niggas can't fool me!And I'm just here to take the game, I ain't asking it at allTruth is cast like the team drop them off like them off at the mall!I never could imagine buying thousands of dollars shirtNow that's the daily average, show me what I'm worthGotta hide the price tags from my momma when she visitsCause that's more than people reading cards know what she livingBut still I spend it, ***** it, I gotta get itPop out, niggas copping cares for my...She know why she lying rollie, I'm just thinking more...That's a visionary's image!So ya nigga could end it!I ain't expecting no applauds from niggas who run blogs,And niggas who getting old, and used to running chartsCause niggas is all friends, till you roll up in that BenzThey let me take over lens, now niggas counting your endsThey steady pray for my fall like flying high is a sinAlso niggas love coke in the... now they bottle upWhile I'm partying with the star, champagne, bottles up!Never ran with the loss, swear I got a model cuffAll I did is play my carts right, I ain't gotta bluff!Wave how to puff, we're in the same room,Talking life and getting high,Drinking what to play the fool!Young king, nigga, yeah, I got a crown too!***** from the cover of King prepping me for round twoThese days, every time the lights get lowI realize I want an insecure light skin hoeProbably cause she seen this life beforeYeah, I'm a pretty motivated tyrant, Titan, yeahThat's who I am!I'm a hell raver!***** you hoes!I was fifteen having dreams of a rockLike a... checking e-mails, trying to see where...Hoes wanna sex when you got... on the textYou're still watching the throne, but we're working on what's nextWay too cold, it's some that we can't catchWay too strong, we ain't even gotta flexAll money on me if you want to save them***** 'em what them other niggas like playing Russian rouletteNo longer *****ing with lames, all I dare waste sevenIt's the right hand, look for Tyson in 87!
