- Croosh Paradise Freestyle 歌词
- Croosh
- Yeah...
I just wanna ball like a roly poly (yeah)
I just wanna ball, rest in peace to Kobe (rest in peace)
Bitch, I got the Force, Obi-Wan Kenobi
I'll be here for a while, you should get to know me (yeah)
Throw me to the wolves, we'll come out as homies (true)
Gotta learn to separate the real from the phony (we do)
They acting like we cool but I smell baloney
That Neumann mic is cool but I like my Sony (yeah)
I been around the block, got a few Jennys (ay)
She asked me what's my body count, I told her "too many" (ah)
Never dated a porn star but been in plenty (yeah)
Living life like a rockstar, like Jimi Hendy
Getting better with time, I age like wine (yeah)
Plus I got bars for life like Weinstein (damn)
Too soon, but it's better than too late (true)
I'm too true, stay away from (yeah) the too fakes (yeah)
If you got fake follows that means you fake leading
And if that's hard to swallow, it's 'cause it ain't sweetened
I tell it raw like I'm from the East but I'm from the West (got style)
Take a guess, out in Venice Beach chilling with some modelesques
Yes, it's like chess in this industry
Gotta think three steps ahead 'fore you finish me (bitch)
Bitch please, I'm well seasoned
So don't call my phone 'less we talking 'bout some Velveeta (yeah)
Life is 5'6 so I do as I please (skrr)
Used to curve me, now I got her on her knees
Been at this for a while, I planted so many seeds (yeah)
I'm waiting on the right time to harvest my money trees (yeah)
And no one ever said it would be easy (yeah)
And no I don't expect a ****ing freebie (yeah)
And yes I'm in the kitchen every day cooking up, getting greasy (yeah)
Strumming on this Gibson like my name is Eazy (yeah)
It's hard to make it to the top when you tugging at my ladder (no)
But it gets a little better once I recognize the patterns (no)
I been learning not to listen to the bullshit and the chatter (sh)
Once I found my inner peace, it's like it doesn't even matter what they say (huh)
Problems that come with being self-made (yeah)
You want a piece of the pie that you ain't helped bake (yeah)
Still independent and I'm well-paid (wee)
I know you hating, hoping, praying that my wealth fades (bitch)
But I don't mind, shit outta sight (yeah)
Long days and longer nights, uh
Tryna make it to paradise (yeah)
I been growing out my wings, time to take flight
I been working so hard but I don't feel sore (nope)
I won't stop until I'm Top 100 Billboard (top)
It's not a whole lotta things that I'd kill for
But baby this the type of shit that I was built for
Wooshy
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