Song: Head Honcho - Bonus Track Feat. Oshay the Villain
Viewed: 47 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Jakob Leichtman and Blazed
Year: 2021Viewed: 47 - Published at: 7 years ago
[Hook: Oshay]
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
[Verse 1: Me]
Rose from the concrete, all part of God’s Plan they cannot and ain’t able to comprehend
Throwing dirt on my name, used it and grew from it, yeah no one could plan this
Oshay and I last of a dying breed no one understands us, they tried to ban us
We leaving a legacy like we a dynasty yeah got plenty of banners
We beat the odds of the cards we were dealt, now our house so full like we Danny Tanner
Basement beginnings to Caribannas yeah we raised our standards
Only L that we is taking is losing our manners, but can you blame us
We tryna be famous, had to cut people off – if we were you yeah we would hate us
Fake people been tried to play us, keeping an eye out for those who remain sus
Those people dangerous, demons sounding like angels, so many nights that I stayed up uh
You and I cut from a different cloth, you’ll never pull off the shit that I been on
Always on road and hate coming home but shit never changing like I never like been gone yeah
Been moving like head honcho, skin is south of the border
Young and adopted, Escobar name given to me at the orphanage
Drake dropped "More Life" when I realized
One that I’m living I need more of it yeah
Keep the bottles coming, Virginia Black I’m pouring
[Hook: Oshay]
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
[Verse 2: Oshay]
They ain't believe in the process steady tryna clown on ya boy back then
That bitch was hella distractin' they see the vision got left in the past tense
They tryna come back when I win well why don't you come look at the rose that got dragged in
These niggas be claimin' they know me but they don't ever make sounds when they passin'
Investin' in my independence then I receive honcho checks on the back end
They tryna snatch my plate so much that you woulda thought a nigga was fasting
Takin' all the dubs I can take, don't really care if it's a slow or a fast win
My bitch gon fuck me like a pornstar, she said "when you cum put it back in"
I call my own plays like I'm madden
My ? gonna need extra paddin'
We clearin' your strip and then we dip boy
You woulda thought it was magic
This 45 gon make him do backflips
His family gon close up the casket
They turning dumb niggas into stars
They live under rocks like they Patrick
I swear I'm hangin' on just by a thread
These fuck niggas got me bout to lose my head
But I swear I am a boss till I'm dead
Yeah, till I am dead
[Hook: Oshay]
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
[Verse 1: Me]
Rose from the concrete, all part of God’s Plan they cannot and ain’t able to comprehend
Throwing dirt on my name, used it and grew from it, yeah no one could plan this
Oshay and I last of a dying breed no one understands us, they tried to ban us
We leaving a legacy like we a dynasty yeah got plenty of banners
We beat the odds of the cards we were dealt, now our house so full like we Danny Tanner
Basement beginnings to Caribannas yeah we raised our standards
Only L that we is taking is losing our manners, but can you blame us
We tryna be famous, had to cut people off – if we were you yeah we would hate us
Fake people been tried to play us, keeping an eye out for those who remain sus
Those people dangerous, demons sounding like angels, so many nights that I stayed up uh
You and I cut from a different cloth, you’ll never pull off the shit that I been on
Always on road and hate coming home but shit never changing like I never like been gone yeah
Been moving like head honcho, skin is south of the border
Young and adopted, Escobar name given to me at the orphanage
Drake dropped "More Life" when I realized
One that I’m living I need more of it yeah
Keep the bottles coming, Virginia Black I’m pouring
[Hook: Oshay]
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
[Verse 2: Oshay]
They ain't believe in the process steady tryna clown on ya boy back then
That bitch was hella distractin' they see the vision got left in the past tense
They tryna come back when I win well why don't you come look at the rose that got dragged in
These niggas be claimin' they know me but they don't ever make sounds when they passin'
Investin' in my independence then I receive honcho checks on the back end
They tryna snatch my plate so much that you woulda thought a nigga was fasting
Takin' all the dubs I can take, don't really care if it's a slow or a fast win
My bitch gon fuck me like a pornstar, she said "when you cum put it back in"
I call my own plays like I'm madden
My ? gonna need extra paddin'
We clearin' your strip and then we dip boy
You woulda thought it was magic
This 45 gon make him do backflips
His family gon close up the casket
They turning dumb niggas into stars
They live under rocks like they Patrick
I swear I'm hangin' on just by a thread
These fuck niggas got me bout to lose my head
But I swear I am a boss till I'm dead
Yeah, till I am dead
[Hook: Oshay]
I hold this weight on my own
Niggas is mad cuz I move like head honcho
I need to stack up my chips
So I gotta get to this shit pronto
They thought I wouldn’t be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle
Now your bitch treat me just like I'm head honcho
Don’t need no clout in my system
Don't need to make calls I move like a capo
I’m puffin’ pounds of gas
Brodie quick to throw up half just to cop 4
You cannot hang round my way
What the fuck is yo ass speaking to cops for?
( Jakob Leichtman and Blazed )
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