Song Lyrics

The dynamic, family ties

Open up shop, work round the clock
(First-class services, lines down the block)
I storm in glasses, my VIP fiends got priority passes
(Oh, God
I'm morally asked this question
What do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Wait, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Yeah, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(The devil's in the detail and lurking your cell
Nigga, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Wait, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?

Yo, back when Bobby Brown was fucking bitches in his trailer
(Yeah, I got the bitches beggin', "Don't be crude to me, playa")
I had the fiends going, "Whoa", that Rick Flair
(Hustler's hazing heroin, triple H around here (round here))
We Fendi frontin' the fort that way
(Christian Louboutin, killin' them nigga, no Yahweh (Jesus))
Bad vibes when we see you niggas
And I take that you pussy
Yeah, me too, nigga
Joey Mulsanne, a watch, a few chains, yachts, and new planes
(Nah, it's a new day
The game hardened me like James
Crown heavier than Slick Rick chains
Oh wait, they droppin' names)
I warned him, he wasn't listening to Coca, them weight watchers
Nah, I ain't talking 'bout Oprah
(Niggas goin' back and forth
They be doin' the most)
That's why we hit him with the jaded goats

Open up shop, work round the clock
(First-class services, lines down the block)
I storm in glasses, my VIP fiends got priority passes
(Oh, God
I'm morally asked this question
What do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Wait, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Yeah, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(The devil's in the detail and lurking your cell
Nigga, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?
(Wait, what do you believe in?)
Heaven or Hell?

They watching
This
Man, f*ck that shit
Family ties
Yo

12 rush in, dope bustin', they ain't bangin' on shit
I was in the studio, too busy samplin' your bitch
Nigga, quit hittin' my line with all that rambling shit
He talking Ye all through the wire, this ain't Kanye, you bitch
This is strictly for my niggas, like 2Pac in this shit
Like I'm resurrected in this
I'm fresh to death in this bitch
She way impressed with this shit
I'm well invested in this
I dropped a body bag on her for new ass and new tits

Stick and move
I just dropped a milli on a watch, nothing to prove
Yeah, these niggas mad, I get it, I would be too
Made a whole flip way back in '02
Had 'em divin' in the pool, mink chinchilla sky blue
She call me the Don and her besties call me Boo-oo
I'll just send an Uber when it's time to bring them through
Locations, drop a pin, do what it do
I got no patience, beat the box, round 2

Joseph Cartagena, Andre Lyon