Asher Roth - Pop Radio x Pearly Gates | Текст песни

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• Asher Roth
• Pop Radio x Pearly Gates

[Verse 1]
Bruce hit me up, quarter past a digit
Had the freakin’ fortitude to ask me if I’m with it
(Are you with it?)
Well of course, yeah, I’m sure, are you kidding
I mean, it’s only fitting, shit, I do it for a living
When you sing a song in sixpence, pocket full of rye
Mr. Breadwinner, take a slice of humble pie
Sit on down and listen, you won’t have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring, spend my summers out in Oz
On that bawitdaba da bang da bang
Man, it’s so strange, we all came from orangutans
Now we got names, shiny things and blang a blangs
Stay in your lane, young man, don’t you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna, it’s your birthday party
Now I ride in Excursions and I call shotty
Bang tat, slang slap, entertain with the brain rap
Wanted new frames and engraved, you should arrange that
Great Danes guard the strains and the rain stash
Ain’t playin’ games, paid in cash with the grain stack
Stay black, wait, let me rephrase that
Give it to you straight, never stray, let ‘em play that
[Hook]
Pop radio
Pop radio
Pop radio
Here’s comin’, now they runnin’ for the door
[Verse 2]
Lock, stock, two barrels, smokin’ a stogie
You call it a sub, my homies call it a hoagie
Turn around like we just did the Hokey Pokey
Low key flow, rope-a-dope, keep it grown, Steve Aoki
I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel
Jeez, at least release the beats with Pharrell
I mean, for real, you just peace and leave your cell
Took the keys from Alicia, even Beast kiss and tell
That’s the bell, beauty owned by Drew Hill
Got them red shells ready and I’m comin’ for the kill
If that plan fails, well then shit, you front the bill
If they drop me from the label, I’ll be… for a mill’
Skills, never leavin’ home without ‘em
Lost them in the couch, looked around, and then I found them
Make your momma proud, make your father even prouder
Play the newest Roth, make the volume even louder
Like, at the pool, all the kids will call me Powder
Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder
Branch out, I’ll splatter your grey matter
When I’m late for a date
Drink tea with the Sane Hatter
[Hook]
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[Verse 1]
Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College
Got a motto, full ride them then retire to Bahamas
I probably shouldn’t my goodness, no idea what I have put up with
Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz
Listen to what Q-Tip said, “game it be the shadiest”
Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my shit?
I’ve been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane
But lets be honest for a second, we all know we’re not the same
And I know just what you think, this wonder is one hit
It’s a product or a… I promise it’s not it
No verse that I ain’t rip
With words that you can’t script
We all know who did it first, it just hurts you to admit
I’ve been shitted on, spit up on, dissed and forgotten
Rick Ross can be a cop, Drake started from the bottom
No offense, I don’t want to start a problem but come on
All I ever did was tell you I was champ in beer pong
I don’t want to live forever but sure hope it lasts long
Never underestimate the power of a rap song
Never following a fad, I create a platform
Have a son and leave him something
Hopeful he can pass on like
[Hook]
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right?
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right?
We’re here to stay and never ever going away, right?
[Verse 2]
Keep my foot up on the gas, now I’m never going back off
Now they’re saying, “Ash, yo that mother fuckers back dog.”
Sure, had it in my palm but I had to l

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