Apollo Brown & Skyzoo - (3) Jordan's & a Gold Chain | Текст песни

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• Apollo Brown & Skyzoo
• (3) Jordan's & a Gold Chain

Verse 1:
Giving a fuck, I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up, and still is, shit it still is depending where you living, and I'm still in the 'Stuy so \"do or die\" is still religion, and Louboutin imprints where bitches know the difference, and diamonds are forever so I'm still about a prism, the now and the later like it's sitting in the prism or prison, depending on if you pronounce different, wait, that's Alotta lines, let me pull back the limits, I mean that's only half like when I'm throwing her my rhythm, but back to the soliloquy, like back to it literally, where all of this is off of the back of the truest vision, the sight shooting 20 for 20, cut in twos, and the theme is Carmines and visits to Russian Jews, find me in Carmines at Carmine's, a check on my neck and my chicken parm is soft fried, just following tradition baby

Hook:
Giving a fuck,
I thought Jordan's & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain't it?!,
Word over here is that it is ain't it?!,
Well ok, 'cause I'm in mine now,
Giving a fuck,
I thought Jordan's & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain't it?!,
Word over here is that it is ain't it?!,
Well ok

Verse 2:
Now how can I perfect this?, living reckless, die for my section, the same one where you can get killed without any questions, cops and exes, whether past tense or expected, like who you was fucking or wherever your last breath is, or breathe like a Breevort anthem for where the 'Jects is, it breathe different like blowing rent money in Red Stix, Cuban Linx grams with a lavender fluorescence, that's 5 mics all on your necklace, it's just what we wanted to get what we wanted and sit on the numbers, doors off like the winter's the summer, and put a check on rewind where recollecting is fine, tryna loop it like if we forgot to signal the drummer, preached to us like if there was a plate set in front of us, and loud like if a clip was emptied out like if we found where the drummer was, hands in the plate that's in front of us, the same ones mimicking whatever the drummer does, just following tradition baby

\"A Couple Dollars\"
Verse 1:
In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place, where due to old habits it can double as a Chase, talking major key, let it cut you out a case, and Tryna run the city til it run you outta state, told us all of this is straight, and it's worth what you wait on, staring at the exit like \"yo I Tryna stay long\", kitchen table decorator situate a plate on, Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on, but all of this straight, running outta state is what you play for and stay for, to turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on, like talking mic check, throw the beat on, or talking bout a key but being 20 OZ short, 16 ain't enough, Andre features, as quick as you can be on, you'll be gone, waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong, at best you can get your sight see on

Hook:
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Bet you I can plug 'em
Til the wallet dropping babies,
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me,
Saved in a drop top BM,
Right side, DM,
All praise due up,
Tell him when I see him,
Started with a couple dollars baby,
Was told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me
It's off a couple dollars

Verse 2:
And it sounds like beautiful like the truth, like \"she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe\", and seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue, the e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop, was as clean as the book that your hand on, when you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems, fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on, a box with a rope and a bottle of Spade, carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day, I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change, know me, I'm no better I'm about it the same, 'cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame, now flick it up, one time for 'em, one time for 'em, know it's lit if they in here with the 9 on 'em, one time for em, one time for em, and the parades lining up along the side for 'em, couple dollars

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