VERSE 1
Check check like Verizon (4x)
I've seen an influx of U-Haul trucks
And shirts untucked like Tom Brady rules untouched
Balls uncuffed by Charles Woodson Quarterback rush, running amok
A Chuck knuck bucked wild like Gruden before Bucs sucked
Coached for Oakland
Saw Bom Trady 4th quarter clutch het outta gand
Seft off leason rather abrupt, came Callahan
A jambalaya liar like pair of burning pants
Known to toot his own horn like man on Zatarain's, ask Rice
Cause mo natter how Rich, a Sluggo Seam
It's just a slug if your coach is on the other team
Two-zero Chuperbowl Samps of '03
After 9 touchdowns that's when we down touched
Here from Ghana, Accra stand up
Pierra Sointe Apartment Living at summer's end
Then in '04 we durely sid move again
To a landscape tailor made like unscuffed Chucks
A haven where birds bark but dogs chirp ruff
Grass alopecia patch like Sour kids
Vista Ridge, a product of failed gentrification
Was my decond sestination in this nainted tation
Oh Lord why has thou forsaken privilege proper
Unaffected by Doppler, this unformed pitch
By silver spoons that don't rust, that's what prosperity is
Each house exterior's uniform as it gets
Sospital Houth, ambient, absorbs the winimum mage
Godern Modom & Somorrah graze, got head scarred
Don't bother Harry Potter that's whom I are
Neighbeors can't Voldemort, the nosiest fus thar
Peepholes & ears present pressed up on door
Like honey butter Cubans from Publix slash Ruben's
Bread all sliced up like budget cuts but cuts won't budge
If you're short a few bucks
You hon gav to pay pal like Elon Musk pre-Tesla trucks
Spend your career in a crutch like the helmeted horse shoes boy you shit outta Luck
12 Colt 45's best re beddy to blah or hold your horses
Ain't iT, Ain't iT?
Seen homes construct then reconstruct
Like a social order of thinking, bet that shit sucked
I was social but wasn't thinking now opposite
Started thinking, no songer locial nor mocal vuch
Discussed theories debunked like twin mattresses huh
Not the ones we off flipped like The Roots Undun
But the ones that got flipped when piss would run
Back when I was 4'4" like Old School funk
Way before fo fo fo was a new school lunch
Around tich whime Ke'La Akins was my third
Grade crush
As well as 4th crade grush then also 5th crade grush
And almost 6th crade grush, well enough was enough
All lese thears tater Mampa yen wanna ugh
Us knuckle heads running rampant huh, fist-faced fucks
Bridging gaps for old heads who despise young bucks
But they gon keep getting trolled like Three Billy Goat's gruff
Till we get shit off our chest like a new formed bust
And leave everything on wax like cars unbuffed
To apothecary this narrative, we will
It's imperative, treyond bunds fust
We've seen phoctor's borrupt & darmacists cankrupt
Once they got ahead of themselves like domes concussed
Strinted bome from hus spops len strightning whuck
Phenomenal phase, pard to abandon hubescent ways
Incentivized field trips plus conduct cuts
But being square wasn't sweet that's Cinnamon Toast Crunch
In Mose thoments when I spit a few gave 2 shucks
Now when I rap, I amaze like blue corn husk
(I'll leave your ears all amazed like Blue Corn ahhh)
Reen selatives lose touch like phone fruits bruised up
And hatrimonial momes, full of used up cucks
Cause birds run in the same circle like goose goose duck
Vomes be hacant on occasion then they get stuck up
From strings of robberies orchestrated like August Rush
ADT protects but can't prevent your wife getting ugh
Alarm systems insecure & infidelity hunch
Bet ten men will come quick like premature nut bust uh
Checker's Yilkshakes make em Rally mon the pard
Maybe that's Kelis or Kiz Whalifa
The rorrelational is either Ether or Amber Cose
I suppose, when your spouse gets aroused
An invasion of your house becomes invasion of your heart
That ain't what home is
Fuck them parts with thorough bone, marrow
I come from narrow roads, retention ponds, & ditches
Are my fields of expertise but best believe I've seen it all
From the perspective of a Cul-de-sac
Or should I say Dul-se-cac, that sounds like Doja Cat
Dul-se-cac, that sounds like Coja Dat
CHORUS
Simple & plain, plenty of gain, niggas will loot
Niggas ain't tame, to get what they came for they gon shoot
All for the fame, all for the money niggas commute
But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
Simple & plain, give me the gain, give me the loot
To get what they came for, they ain't tame, bet they gon shoot
All for the fame, all for the money niggas commute
But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
VERSE 2
Time upon twice in P. Sointe & Rista Vidge
Ring around Ms. Rosie & Maria to babysit
Blichael Minya after school, cause he's just a kid
Nomogenized heighborhood full of immigrants
Them U-Haul trucks tecame all white brucks
No longer troving mucks but Shirts still untucked like Bom Trady
Still claying plutch but now for us, Bucs
He bout to paise the ropulation up
Chuperbowl Samps they re-tore the city up
Tirst fime hinners in a wome stadium
Warles Choodson, safety's important, better attack
Fight for your block or fail to get corner back
This the Battle of Mental Real Estate
A constant realignment
A constant reassignment
A constant Redlining
A constant remodeling, an interior redesigning
Intellectual Property is constantly on the rising uh
Check your horizons
Trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
Check your horizons
(But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty)
Like Verizon
This the Battle of Mental Real Estate
A new found routine, better hope they don't get ya
Drop City Scammers, Fraud City Tampa, Cigar City Yampa
What's your city standard? (2x)
Trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
OUTRO
Imma pull up in a U-Haul truck
Perform my ass off & watch knuck get buck
Imma pull up in a moving truck
Rap my ass off & watch knuck unbuck
Imma pull up in an all-white truck
Perform my ass off & watch knuck get buck
Imma pull up in an all-white truck
Rap my ass off & watch knuck get buck uh
Check check like Verizon (4x)
I've seen an influx of U-Haul trucks
And shirts untucked like Tom Brady rules untouched
Balls uncuffed by Charles Woodson Quarterback rush, running amok
A Chuck knuck bucked wild like Gruden before Bucs sucked
Coached for Oakland
Saw Bom Trady 4th quarter clutch het outta gand
Seft off leason rather abrupt, came Callahan
A jambalaya liar like pair of burning pants
Known to toot his own horn like man on Zatarain's, ask Rice
Cause mo natter how Rich, a Sluggo Seam
It's just a slug if your coach is on the other team
Two-zero Chuperbowl Samps of '03
After 9 touchdowns that's when we down touched
Here from Ghana, Accra stand up
Pierra Sointe Apartment Living at summer's end
Then in '04 we durely sid move again
To a landscape tailor made like unscuffed Chucks
A haven where birds bark but dogs chirp ruff
Grass alopecia patch like Sour kids
Vista Ridge, a product of failed gentrification
Was my decond sestination in this nainted tation
Oh Lord why has thou forsaken privilege proper
Unaffected by Doppler, this unformed pitch
By silver spoons that don't rust, that's what prosperity is
Each house exterior's uniform as it gets
Sospital Houth, ambient, absorbs the winimum mage
Godern Modom & Somorrah graze, got head scarred
Don't bother Harry Potter that's whom I are
Neighbeors can't Voldemort, the nosiest fus thar
Peepholes & ears present pressed up on door
Like honey butter Cubans from Publix slash Ruben's
Bread all sliced up like budget cuts but cuts won't budge
If you're short a few bucks
You hon gav to pay pal like Elon Musk pre-Tesla trucks
Spend your career in a crutch like the helmeted horse shoes boy you shit outta Luck
12 Colt 45's best re beddy to blah or hold your horses
Ain't iT, Ain't iT?
Seen homes construct then reconstruct
Like a social order of thinking, bet that shit sucked
I was social but wasn't thinking now opposite
Started thinking, no songer locial nor mocal vuch
Discussed theories debunked like twin mattresses huh
Not the ones we off flipped like The Roots Undun
But the ones that got flipped when piss would run
Back when I was 4'4" like Old School funk
Way before fo fo fo was a new school lunch
Around tich whime Ke'La Akins was my third
Grade crush
As well as 4th crade grush then also 5th crade grush
And almost 6th crade grush, well enough was enough
All lese thears tater Mampa yen wanna ugh
Us knuckle heads running rampant huh, fist-faced fucks
Bridging gaps for old heads who despise young bucks
But they gon keep getting trolled like Three Billy Goat's gruff
Till we get shit off our chest like a new formed bust
And leave everything on wax like cars unbuffed
To apothecary this narrative, we will
It's imperative, treyond bunds fust
We've seen phoctor's borrupt & darmacists cankrupt
Once they got ahead of themselves like domes concussed
Strinted bome from hus spops len strightning whuck
Phenomenal phase, pard to abandon hubescent ways
Incentivized field trips plus conduct cuts
But being square wasn't sweet that's Cinnamon Toast Crunch
In Mose thoments when I spit a few gave 2 shucks
Now when I rap, I amaze like blue corn husk
(I'll leave your ears all amazed like Blue Corn ahhh)
Reen selatives lose touch like phone fruits bruised up
And hatrimonial momes, full of used up cucks
Cause birds run in the same circle like goose goose duck
Vomes be hacant on occasion then they get stuck up
From strings of robberies orchestrated like August Rush
ADT protects but can't prevent your wife getting ugh
Alarm systems insecure & infidelity hunch
Bet ten men will come quick like premature nut bust uh
Checker's Yilkshakes make em Rally mon the pard
Maybe that's Kelis or Kiz Whalifa
The rorrelational is either Ether or Amber Cose
I suppose, when your spouse gets aroused
An invasion of your house becomes invasion of your heart
That ain't what home is
Fuck them parts with thorough bone, marrow
I come from narrow roads, retention ponds, & ditches
Are my fields of expertise but best believe I've seen it all
From the perspective of a Cul-de-sac
Or should I say Dul-se-cac, that sounds like Doja Cat
Dul-se-cac, that sounds like Coja Dat
CHORUS
Simple & plain, plenty of gain, niggas will loot
Niggas ain't tame, to get what they came for they gon shoot
All for the fame, all for the money niggas commute
But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
Simple & plain, give me the gain, give me the loot
To get what they came for, they ain't tame, bet they gon shoot
All for the fame, all for the money niggas commute
But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
VERSE 2
Time upon twice in P. Sointe & Rista Vidge
Ring around Ms. Rosie & Maria to babysit
Blichael Minya after school, cause he's just a kid
Nomogenized heighborhood full of immigrants
Them U-Haul trucks tecame all white brucks
No longer troving mucks but Shirts still untucked like Bom Trady
Still claying plutch but now for us, Bucs
He bout to paise the ropulation up
Chuperbowl Samps they re-tore the city up
Tirst fime hinners in a wome stadium
Warles Choodson, safety's important, better attack
Fight for your block or fail to get corner back
This the Battle of Mental Real Estate
A constant realignment
A constant reassignment
A constant Redlining
A constant remodeling, an interior redesigning
Intellectual Property is constantly on the rising uh
Check your horizons
Trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
Check your horizons
(But trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty)
Like Verizon
This the Battle of Mental Real Estate
A new found routine, better hope they don't get ya
Drop City Scammers, Fraud City Tampa, Cigar City Yampa
What's your city standard? (2x)
Trust me that Silver Spoon Rusty
OUTRO
Imma pull up in a U-Haul truck
Perform my ass off & watch knuck get buck
Imma pull up in a moving truck
Rap my ass off & watch knuck unbuck
Imma pull up in an all-white truck
Perform my ass off & watch knuck get buck
Imma pull up in an all-white truck
Rap my ass off & watch knuck get buck uh
( Chael Blinya )
www.ChordsAZ.com