Ghetto Celebrity lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. J.L., Joey Cool, & Info Gates)

[Bre the 1st Lady:]

Crystal black pearl interior, ebony

Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy

Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine

My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity

[Godemis:]

Ain't no time to fuck around

It sound like we got a hit

If you call yourself a rapper, that just mean you gotta spit

All I hear is bars about these bitches and Bugatti shit

Everybody hating, ain't enough to get new Godi lit

[Info Gates:]

John C. Holmes in the kitchen, fuck him and beat him

Y'all are ass backwards like if you can't join 'em then beat 'em

[Joey Cool:]

See me finger fuck the world while you fuckers fighting for freedom

They be trying to put the scope on the demon but never see him

Believe what you see and what they can add at a pair a diem

Now gates make a marinate, light the grill up and fucking eat 'em

[Ubiquitous:]

So what's the reason for jealousy, envious lust and treason

You feel like we're Justin Bieber, I feel like you must be dreaming

For real

[JL:]

We been scheming up and in the pop offs

Everybody got my side guns

We the definition of a squad goes hard

Line 'em up, that's what the blindfold's for

Strange bro, that's happening

Gang flow, that's gassing

Kill in cold blood fashion

Then we carry our gold pass it

[Bre the 1st Lady:]

Crystal black pearl interior, ebony

Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy

Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine

My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity

[Ubiquitous:]

U-B-I be, I be, all up in your favorite places

We gotta be paid, we made it

We don't want my name in faces

But that doesn't make me famous

They said that we Boujee, they basic

Committee come get it straightened

And killer, the city where ghetto celebrity stat was generated

[JL:]

The levels were penetrated

Incredibles demonstrated

Play to pay them keeping them sedated

Slated get 'em keeping them persuaded

[Info Gates:]

Ultra uno, CES

You're listening to killer city's best

I ain't playing, players the only button you should press

Do we hustle, yes, muscle chest midwest

Specialists'll catchin' wreck

You catching up, we catching checks

[Godemis:]

Place your bet, better put respect on it

And I reckon no enemies want it

I'm reppin' KCC on it

And it seems we see no opponents

[Joey Cool:]

You know what I swing for the fences

It ain't no suspense and I beat on my chest like an ape

And I like goin' to the booth while I'm wearing a suit and come out in a cape

And I'm out of your reach but I'm all in your face

While we be in this bitch, we are vain in this space

All you ratatouille rappers stuck in the race

Talking all gas pedal no brakes

[Bre the 1st Lady:]

Crystal black pearl interior, ebony

Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy

Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine

My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity

[Info Gates:]

Who got them dope lines

Who selling Ajax

They wanna get paid, we want some payback

This year's that Trayvon and Freddy Gray rap

Rock 'em like Aesop, I mean like A$AP

These pussies name drop but never say jack, they whack

[Joey Cool:]

Get down on your lay flat

Careful where you try'na take that

Still picking up lines by the fist

Sixth time, you don't play that

[Godemis:]

Take 'em back into an ADAT

Stretch 'em out just like a wave cap

Anybody fucking with the committee we chaining 'em up on the train tracks

[Ubiquitous:]

Take 'em way back where I forged this

Off of forty third street and Warwick

Til the coordinates up at Strangeland

Metamorphosis of a changed man

[Godemis:]

No coordinates for the game plan

And I'm staring at 'em through the ray bans

Hoping everybody's getting saved then

I'm a leave 'em in peace with an amen

[JL:]

Man it's overkill when they change hands

Altogether, it is monumental

Confident we in the right position

I will tell you bout it but it's confidential

Undeniably it is official

Bout to fuck 'em all and we will not be gentle

Who the hell is hating, we was sent to get you

This is motivation it is influential

[Ubiquitous:]

And I'm under the influence

And truly y'all never know how to settle

Moving on beyond the outer levels

This celebrity coming up out the ghetto

[Bre the 1st Lady:]

Crystal black pearl interior, ebony

Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy

Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine

My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity

Same Same lyrics - Ces Cru

[Godemis:]

Tyson with the punchline, pray I never sock a chick

Campin' on the low, back when black connect was droppin' shit

If it's on the TV, probably never see me rockin' it

Gotta know what's popular so I can do the opposite

Homie I don't follow trends, conin' with a lot of friends

Never leave the house, if I went out, you know I got it in

Quickest way for me to loosen up is with a lot of gin

Stumble in the party, everybody holla not again

Yeah the haters spotted him, he be wavin' at em' too

They ain't hurtin' nothin' over here, so I play it cool

I remember when I would've went in, but I'm off that

Instead of blowin' up, I'm growin' up and I can floss that

You fucking with the boss, Jack

What are you a cashier?

Prolly count it quick fast friend, get a cash here

Really need to ándale, I'm giving you a pass here

Plus you got your body full of molly, same as last year

[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]

I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed

Ubi what they doin' bro?

(Bro they on the same thing)

You must be fucking with me, right?

(No they on the same thing)

Oh they on that same same?

(Bro they on that same same)

[Ubiquitous:]

Female or male, white and black all American

Create the color contrast for comparison

Icon class bombastic, I buried him

Erosion for your axle, hack and slash, so cesarean

Assholes are arrogant, maybe they need therapy

Welcome to the terrordome, clara- for your clarity

Powered by the metronome, not so necessarily

By any means, truth tellin' chopping at your cheery tree

Copy cats stare at me, I react hysterically

Catch you for your copyrights, consequence of charity

Do it for my day-one's, double back on day two

Curse upon my name and now I'm coming back to slay you

Same game, same crew, came in with the same shoes

Same clothes, twenty-three days still I can't lose

Same mood no matter the difference of the day I do this

Same shit, smooth bro, I do it like my debut

Yeah!

[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]

I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed

Ubi what they doin' bro?

(Bro they on the same thing)

You must be fucking with me, right?

(No they on the same thing)

Oh they on that same same?

(Bro they on that same same)

[Interlude]

[Godemis (Ubiquitous):]

I think it's sort of sad, ain't a damn thing changed

Ubi what they doin' bro?

(Bro they on the same thing)

You must be fucking with me, right?

(No they on the same thing)

Oh they on that same same?

(Bro they on that same same)

Famished (Remix) lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. PERSEPH1, Kutty Slitz, Trizz, & J.L)

[Ubiquitous {Godemis}:]

K-K-Kato on the track bitch!

Yeah, yeah!

Ces Cru Malitia

PERSEPH1, (Klick Clack) JL B. Hood, {Kutty Slitz} (Klick Clack!)

Trizz...

[Ubiquitous & PERSEPH1:]

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

[PERSEPH1:]

The smoke in the lights

Snap necks for the checks poltergeist

Whenever the Persephone be holding the mic

Mix 'em in the recipe for koshers and spice

Eat raw, y'all taste like cold turkey that's been fried

[?] will shrimp you then inside

A riot type of hate vibe

Worth every cent at market price

I'm a just get it in

Hand up in this and I spit this pocket rice

Dive into a pull of sharks

That's all for my tribe

Bring back a fish alive

Fix the filet, steal that boy a slip and slide

Married to the bars like my name is prescription

Blowing trees hard for that CES and Technicians

Symbols on the paper for the safe I predicted (PERSEPH1, UBI)

They put a little scratch like a whack in the distance

[Ubiquitous:]

CES militia, y'all know the steed

I spoke to speak so folks can eat

Catch to kill then I slow roast the beef

Fuck can we do about food, no groceries

I figure, twitter fingers turn into fritter fingers

I been afittedly bitter, bit it like lemon zinger

Buffets big as a banquet, you better let it simmer

Winner winner chicken dinner, fuck am I gettin' thinner

Sweet to the center, y'all baby luncheon and chieffin' pinners

My speech and dinner will give 'em something to reconsider

Philosophy of a killer, get me, I gotta eat

Hannibal Lector, I ate his liver with fava beans

Sipping Chianti Italiano, y'all outta ammo

Power my channel devour, y'all don't know how to handle

Pushing pathetic percentage danger is imminent

Came in that whip but I'm Same Same as it ever is

Bitch

[Godemis:]

Ya ain't gotta plate with enough weight

Man, I'm going, gotta get another one

Anybody hate finna get ate

Chew 'em like a lot of bit of bubblegum

I'm never down and whenever they come for it

I'm up up and away, serving 'em out of orbit

They need to be paying attention but can't afford it

We getting money, we eating, somebody should camcord it

Rippin a meal in a matter of minutes

My team is the meanest, I mean it

Ain't ever seen us, you gotta be blind

It's heating up in the kitchen, we on a mission

I'm prepping whatever's needed, living below the poverty line

Yeah, we the pick of the litter, them niggas' bitter

I'm feeling 'em like the wick if I predicting on whether we blow

We on a wait, all I need is another place at the table

The major labels couldn't fuck with the company flow

[Ubiquitous:]

Ho-Homie gotta get his

He give a fuck how I get mine

Maybe my name'll make the headline

Doing fed time standing on the breadline

Now I'm hype and I'm fed up

Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck

I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

They shoulda never not fed us

What are we going to do about food? (Joey)

What are we going to do about food? (Lyrical assassin)

You motherfuckers should've never not fed us

[Kutty Slitz:]

If you ain't ever ate up out a trash can man

Then you prob'ly wouldn't understand fam ban

If you ain't ever been around a good man

Thinking for the right price, maybe the can can blend

Or maybe the can jams inside of your hand then

You know the rest, you know how the shit is ran fam

And if you thinking I'm a pick enough to [?] fuck off clown

I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta have it yeah, I gotta grab it

Hey, but I gotta have it with it

But if it was a fifth of the spliff or the piff he leave

With the quip of a drunken stripper too trill and to get a fee

In the seat of a gentleman's club at the back of a VIP

In the baddest part of the hood instead, get up and leave

Killing 'em softly like the homie Kato with ease

Look man, I'm coming up out of the rubble fam is ready to eat 'em

I gotta...

[Trizz:]

Ay, It's the survival of the fittest

Dust off your feet when you walk in my kitchen

We eating yo bitch if we can't get no chicken

Rotisserie style on a stick like a piggy

Whatever I want, niggas know I'm a get it

I hustle and fight 'til the end of my mission

Even if that involve killing some bitches

Repeatedly digging her out till I'm finished

Pull up, we hop out, so back up your smack

Niggas three deep in the back of the latch

If there's problems, we solve 'em and quick to react

To the drama they causing make niggas relax

Blowin' the best while I'm smoking with CES

They know who to call when they go to the west

If they beefin', I'm beefin' so show 'em respect

If I'm eatin', they eatin' so show me a check

[JL:]

Ownin'-Ownin' one up and lifting the weight of a few of them

Over the oven, dripping the oil into the pan

Doing too much in the kitchen fishy and stupid when

I got a pen and they got a fork and a spoon in hand

Fuck that

Not a free meal, gotta eat still, gotta be real

See a rap, but I detail know that he tell every detail

Where they at when I'm way back from the free mails to the weed sell

I don't hear crap, in a haystack try'na keep track of a needle

Blame it on the louder the sound of new growling stomach

Drowning out all that I see is these open mouths in abundance

All around and you can count on 'em popping up like the sun does daily

Famished bro resortin' to violence you wouldn't wanna pay me

Damage your ego strip it from you like you don't need it

Lay the humble pie down in front you and make you eat it

They disgruntled we could confront you no fucking secret

Hunger I'm a let in a gun or I'm goin' heated

[Ubiquitous:]

Homie-Homie gotta get his

He give a fuck how I get mine

Maybe my name'll make the headline

Doing fed time standing on the breadline

Now I'm hype and I'm fed up

Bout to pull a heist on a bread truck

I cite, red rum, they shoulda never not fed us

EP: Recession Proof (2015)

• Recession Proof
• Ricochet
• Famished
• Off The Hook
• Letterman
• The Mo 

Recession Proof lyrics - Ces Cru

K-K-Kato on the track bitch!

[Verse 1 - Ubiquitous:]

Yeah, let me set the mood, CES the CRU!

Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through

Cash flow and market crash, I'm still collecting loot

Be ware who you come around and are connected to

Back in affect my crew'll let you know I rep the new

They stack the deck I use what I have as a steppin' stool

Ces said it true, now let it spread and move, credit due

Fed it unleaded fuel, reap the benefits when it grew

Stackin' my revenue, they act like they never knew

I'm tappin' all the markets; black, white, red, and blue

The fact that Ces sold 45k is incredible

The prophets rise as I philosophize from a peasant's throne

Success not set in stone, nothing's ever guaranteed

Made the dues for me to pay until they gave me clarity

We see the game as clear as day, I never do hear your name

The residue of fear is hate, tell it to steer away

Homie connect the clues, the plan is place any bets you lose

Time's hard, money down, but we're gettin' through

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Recession Proof (recession proof)

Recession Proof (recession proof)

Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot

[Verse 2 - Godemis:]

(I'm off the wall screaming leave me alone hoe)

Don't beat it Billie Jean

Approach the dock, park it

Ya highest reign, that plane'll crash like the stock market

To me it's funny, these dummies is broke as auntie-tough

Money's in the family, sucks the plan is to ante up

Bust in the air and the second they hear that blast blaow

Hop over the counter and count up what's in the cash cow

I'm Robin Hood with a stack of fetty to pass out

Relocate myself like I'm Prince in this bitch, I'm assed out

Go dumb for duckets, y'all kick the bucket and stay broke

Just as soon as we leave the saloon, we robbing the stagecoach

Lames acting the saddest, mad at the way we flip the script

Plus everybody's lunchin' on something, let's get the chips and dip

Grab my Glock with custom pistol grips, get fucked with just the tip

Snatch a cup of blood from a gravedigger and take a sip

Prob'ly flip right into a grave soon as it hits the lip

Radar serpent, I ain't afraid, I know it's just a blip

[Verse 3 - Ubiquitous:]

Just left my home it's time

You know my rhyme is ice cold and i'm steppin' through

I blindfolded my goals, line 'em up and execute

I saw your fuckin' show bro and I thought your set was cute

Actin' as if you got it on lock and there's nothin' left to dupes

I heard a lot of small talk and I up and left the room

Claimin' Pharaoh, not a Monche but built himself impressive tombs

They say what I spit is gas, I guess that my breath is fumes

Sick without a cure, I'm sure God blessed if I've infected you

They say that death consumes, I aim at the chest and shoot

Put my heart and soul on a track and pray that the record moves

Won't be satisfied 'til the legends say they respect my views

Do a sold out show and I see my name in electric hues

Let's set the fuse my man, today we affect the news

Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through

[Hook:]

Recession Proof (recession proof)

Recession Proof (recession proof)

Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot

[Bridge x2:]

Times hard, money down, true but we're gettin' through

Recession Proof, cash market crash, I'm collectin' loot

[Verse 4 - Ubiquitous & (Godemis):]

Punk, get ya bank up

Molly Brown motherfucker can't sink us

(Now, why they comin' with the picture but they can't bust)

Better pay us, gettin' wetter than a paintbrush

(If you goin' full, let a nigga fill a tank up)

Do you want more, we will fucking bankrupt

Now we're on a more tour

(Steadier than Bruce Lee on the fourth floor)

Now we're on the third puttin' words on the scoreboard

Every city I'm heard, bitch, give me my turn

(In the Midi I burn like hay, in the middle of a barn ok look away get sprayed)

They never get cake cause they never take this gray

(Hit this 'a', but they really lookin' (? ))

Shot shots ricochet, hit 'em when they aim this way

(Knock knock, pick a play, actin' like a bitch, get laid)

Hip hop out of the Midi West dipped in Strange

(So Rob Zombie, I'm finna get them brains

Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes)

When we got up into the game, we made a big bang

Now everybody has heard about our way the dick hang

This way, (that way)

Does it give me back pain, these motherfuckers wanna piggyback fame

(And they lookin' big Willy with his wiggy whack name)

In the state of Missouri, Killer City where cash reign

Ricochet lyrics - Ces Cru

Certified and superior Emcee

What better a way for us to celebrate and fucking roll things out?

The crew is Ces and yes, we came to make the whole thing bounce and move your neck

Recession proof pressed my band

Maneuver luminous

Plan to move it out the Midwest, Vancouver, Budapest

Yo, I must confess

It's new manure to address

Couldn't be more Young Thug if you were in a dress

Doing less, than a little and I mean it literally

Motherfuckers grind pitifully with a capital 'P'

We don't associate with those lames

I go in Lois Lane

Low and slow my aim

Slower and centered over your shoulder blades

Godi throw grenades while hollering "Flash out"

Start shit, chucking bricks when I live in a glass house

With they pseudo CES weaponry

How could they hope to have an effect on me?

It's like a hurricane on rage hoping to wet the sea

Tryna wreck a G

They falling off, catching leprosy

37 chambers, we taking them to the next degree

I don't know why they doubted us

When they bounced they sold out on us

My day ones hated, but Mama was so proud of us

They show malice to us, but the flow powerless

The ricochet commonly come from a low calibre

Ugh, the hate you gave

No doubt I'm a thug

Devouring y'all and all with the power of love

Brother I'm back working

Way that they use it, the Gat worthless

Standing inside a cube, while they shoot at a flat surface

Word on the street is to aim at your back turning

Came in the game to outsmart stupid and sack serpents

Jake the snake in the ring

Iron sheik with a turban

A fire breather, I'm burning, I find a reason to hurt 'em, word

Out in the street they call it murder

I don't know what you heard, but, uh, you're just a burger

Mini-Me and nothing further

I got your star marksman clutching burners and pulling out

Sniper harbour bullets bouncing off of Clark Kent

All of the disses they spitting are so repetitive

Niggas are nascent their knowledge is in the negative

Just begging

Without a fuck to give about what it was supposed to be to ya

They take lame aim, and then fire through social media

Ignore it until they fodder, I oughta be at a faction

See, they ain't hold me back y'all just look at the main attraction

They fucking haters debating on who's the best then

Again I do believe it's easier just to press in

Maybe they poppin' off, cause they wanna make an impression

The day they meet their maker pray it may teach them a lesson

They outside looking in tryna peep it

You blew it, I am LeWitt, my serpent's are few and secret

Decided to double diss 'em, leave 'em in disarray

I'm dwelling in oblivion, dummies, bullets will ricochet

And by the time you chime in you're merely a critic

Everybody telling you how to do it, they never did it, get it?

Famished lyrics - Ces Cru

[Ubiquitous:]

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

[Verse 1 - Ubiquitous:]

Lights on center stage, life sweet as lemonade

But it's sour too, motherfuckers wilin' out on the internet but they been afraid

Y'all know how I really feel, it's like same shit, different day

Hit 'em with the hot lights, roll up in the spot with a troll up in a box like fish and eggs

Yeah, yeah, keep shots ricochet

Smoke screen blurred a scene

Grind on my nemesis, rap boy scurred of me

They might have settled in, shit it never did occur to me

Hungry as I ever been, they said I'm the best since whoever ya bitch don't encourage me

We never got on free, egg on they face but it's not on me

Talkin' hella cheap took a shot on me

But when I see you on the scene take a shot on me

Sugar in they tank but it's not all sweet

Put 'em in they place where they not on beat

Put it on they face and they got all meat

Hey trickin' if you got it and forgot our treats

Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch

No clause are the same when they came with gifts

All you need is some balls and to bring your dick

Ain't no need for applause when I say that shit, boy

I see what I saw what I say's specific

The fuck would I be doin' if I played it different

Spent days in the kitchen, now my name is hittin'

Beat drop when I rock, whole place is trippin'

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine

Maybe my name'll make the headline

Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline

Now I'm hype and I'm fed up

Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck

I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

(They shoulda never not fed us)

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

(These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)

[Verse 2 - Godemis:]

I put the water in the pot then

I let it come to a boil

Throw the noodle in after that

Flavor wrapped in the foil

Whippin' a motherfuckin' meal dawg

Rippin the package and it peeled off

I need to eat I'm finna kill off

Not givin' a fuck if it's still raw

F-A-R-O-U-T no lies

That can't nobody fornicate but me, oh my

You see us poppin' up everywhere nigga we don't die

I know ya hate but hold it in whenever we go by

Look at the level I'm on, I've gone hungry homie

You're right, I need a meal I put it on to show me

I get it how I get it so ya mom can blow me

I'm trynna get the bread and put it on bologna

My head on backwards, my thoughts are crossed out

And I don't give a fatherfuckin' fuck, I'm bossed out

Can never yellow diamond lemonade, I'm flossed out

And I don't know how many runners up, I lost count

Although my face is painted, homie no clown

I'm well aware that they refer to me low down

I'm on the throne and I don't even need no crown

Hand out a motherfuckin' turkey like I'm Nino Brown

Murderin' for a plate, wait, who's beside me?

And why them on the menu, dude can try me

I'm orderin' at random, do surprise me

But whatever it is, better supersize me

Honey ham on the wishlist, money gram and a slit wrist

And you can witness

What a man would do for a plate when he ran in the place

Hella jam with his biscuits

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine

Maybe my name'll make the headline

Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline

Now I'm hype and I'm fed up

Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck

I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

(They shoulda never not fed us)

What are we going to do about food?

What are we going to do about food?

(These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us)

[Ubiquitous:]

Man I'm hungry as hell man

Get this pizza, some bread-sticks...

Yeah...

Off The Hook lyrics - Ces Cru (feat. Joey Cool)

[Voicemail:]

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[Verse 1 - Godemis:]

Last thing I recall was I was turned up with the DJ

Pat shot, another Pat shot, passed out for like 3 days

Woke up to an orgy, like poor me and I couldn't look

Came to my senses, got naked and it was off the hook

I took uppers in that attic, downers in that basement

Fell into the sheet rock, left there all with my face print

But don't trip cause it ain't shit, I keep the doctor on speed dial

Xanis in my back pocket, and Adderall in my weed pouch

Yeah, I'm off the hook, try again later, scratch surface, then layer

Speak backwards sin prayer, I'm Ray or, John Mayer

City on lock like I'm Mayor, hit the bomb drop, bet I'm there

Trigger up on top, respond flare, A.K.A. your mom's layer

[Hook - Godemis:]

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

[Ubiquitous:]

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!

[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:]

Wanna hop in, cause I got them off top

When it come to the chopping, spin 'em in a hot wind

In the pocket when I clock in, and there ain't no other option

Cause I rhyme sick and y'all high-pitched, sounding like shit

Or like first gear, with the gas down, and that's not the look

Ces off the hook, it's y'all worst fear, now the world hears

That I won't stop, but I can't stop, I can't quit now

Got girls here in that same spot

With them tank tops and their tits out

Had a daydream that we made out and it made off

You got bit down, I swear to God if I squint hard it's like

Baywatch in this bitch now, ah! Running with the main boss

Another day off, I'm like "which town?" I gotta sit down

I stake off and my Jane boss and my pitch loud and I, uh

Smoke it on stage, I don't give a fuck if it's allowed

Light up your blunt, that's if you're proud

Four hands up when I hit the crowd, see, some they pay and

Some they go, some complain and some they boast

Some people really do things and others saying

Some they wrote, double dutchin' sayin' nothin' fucking playing

Jumping rope, my shit bumping, type amazing

Find your way, ya compass broke, hold up, hello?

[Hook - Godemis:]

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

[Ubiquitous:]

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!

[Verse 3 - Joey Cool:]

I was just minding my business, I wasn't in it

I don't know what happened, dog, I was sipping Jacky D

Next thing I know they offended, hold up, this hit me a minute

Admit that I was drinking like I was chasing a [?]

They gave me a shot of Patron, a shot of crown and Hennessy

[?], I don't know what the fuck has gotten into me

Niggas bugging tryna make me the enemy

Nothing compare to try to drink my energy

Fuck what you do [?] entity

Someone there in line showing sympathy

If you ain't related, homie, you ain't killing me

Amateur hour, you gotta be kidding me

Look at me, dog, you're probably into me

You don't want problems, well it a be it a be [?]

[?] cause, last night night

Off the hook like that dial tone

Got me feeling like fight night

Make a path for them wild ones

I'm like hold up, nigga, hold up

We're swarming y'all, feeling rolled up

Cause this bitch ain't finna be popping here

Until me and my crew come showing up

Nigga, off chain, off the walls, off the ropes, oh, off the hook

We get looked at an awful lot, your ass just get awful looks

That's the shit that I'm talking about

They're like "cool, man, you just rolling, bruh?"

Get used to this dope shit, cause that's that shit I'm known for (Oh!)

[Hook - Godemis:]

Tryna hit me up, wondering where the party at

Must be at her inn or something, better call me back

You flipping shit on me, now what the fuck is up with that

Don't be so hypersensitive, could have a heart attack

[Ubiquitous:]

Somebody call the EMS, what they need is an EKG

Gotta get 'em on the line for the good time, party looking D-E-A-D

Check her, one two, double check, for the middywest

Put a bang beat, it be coming off the chain, now put it on the books

Better ask around, she was off the hook, yeah!

Letterman lyrics - Ces Cru

I got a box heart made of prose

Shot target, aim at those

Rock star favor so it's not hard to stay afloat

Me and all my 'A' to 'Z', we got along so famously

Pretty far from famous though

City scar but hate is home

Pretty broad, painted toes, feelin' so unfadable

Winnin' like we 8-0, I'm just tryna let you know

Exchange of flows, cash checks at the bank and loan

Fresh like change of clothes

Sex, lights made it glow

Set time, day and show, feel my vibe radiate

Made it for the radio, sat it by the radiator

Next life may be thought, shout out to Eusébio

In this rhyme scheme his name'll go

I'm just sayin' though

Daddy told me, "take it slow, son, watch ya baby grow."

Truthfully, my baby grew these days, I got a 8 year old

Makin' dough, startin' LLC, let him take control

When I tour, I pray he safe alone and don't break a bone

Streets not paved with gold

Keep watch, wait and hold

These blocks crazy cold

I seen rocks made of soap

Beat cops Jason, when will fiends stop slangin' dope

He watch, they condone, we got to break the MO

So I took a brake, I ain't tryna take a brick

Get a quote, change the code, I quit

That's the way it is

I wanna tell myself

What is more dangerous

I let him run the streets, or teach him foreign languages

[Hook:]

Aside my pen, enslaved by the rent

Landlord on insane

Tenants sayin', "not again"

Some things never change

Never mind the weather vein

Hope the raven nevermore

Better pour when it rain

Throw bread I claim, never bang

Livin' in this neighborhood

It's red as flame

Haters couldn't get his name

Said it plain, makin' sure they let him reign

Then again, the etches never came

David Letterman

Notice they, hatin' us cause the way we makin' dough

Must be cause they ain't figured out a way to make it so

Take control, suckers wanna sit around and wait to blow

Inspiration fake and moments have to wake and bake a bowl

Shakin' so, sick of social media, I hate the troll

All I need is riches, y'all gon' witness as I break the MO

Crack the code, put them hands together, get to clappin' foes

Then release the Kraken, back in action, yeah I'm mackin' hoes

That's lingo from '94, yeah that's how it used to go

Nowadays, I use the glow, Kaboomin' like Bazooka Joe

And you should know

Money's short, them dockets need a boost to grow

Undercut us and my brothers prolly won't come to the show

From below, so wonderful, from Killer City to the MO

He's a man with many faces, not the dude you used to know

Movin' through maneuvers so maneuver yo

Ass and get to roamin' like a numeral

Assuming you intuit flow

(Stop!)

[Hook:]

Aside my pen, enslaved by the rent

Landlord on insane

Tenants sayin', "not again"

Some things never change

Never mind the weather vein

Hope the raven nevermore

Bet it pour when it rain

Throw bread I claim, never bang

Livin' in this neighborhood

It's red as flame

Haters couldn't get his name

Said it plain, makin' sure they let him reign

Then again, the etches never came

David Letterman

The Mo lyrics - Ces Cru

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

[Verse 1 - Godemis:]

I want the money, whoever shall disagree can suck it

It ain't a secret so peep it, I'm tryin' to Scrooge Mcduck it

Eatin' off thousand dollar shit that I did right

I get the cream but can't remember eating at midnight

It's just as well, must've puffed a nail with a gremlin

Then again, can't pretend that I'm not a sinner with synonyms

They don't put us on pedestals high as Tech, Eminem, and 'em

Look at me being Christian, I listen then I'm forgivin' 'em

Don't get it twisted you bitches, listen for disses closely

Spit in the face of a monkey tryin' to diss an OG

You wiggin' out, you get ya whole damn hood sprayed up

I'm off my rocker like an old man stood straight up

Been executed, rebooted, gotta be rare

Still might post up in a pic with a chick, I gotta be fair

Swear my bottom dollar is bloody buddy beware

If they dolin' out the duckets, well fuck it, Imma be there

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

[Post-Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Bro we from the show me now show me how high that you can go

[Verse 2 - Ubiquitous:]

Player play on if you're wicked than say your seance

Pray or be prayed upon, I'm shinin' when they throw the shade on

I'm sorry I'm late, leavin' early, I never stay long

When I'm on my James Bond, all y'all kiddies can play with crayons

City liaison laced me with a key, she hold connection

V.I.P special guest and for me and my soul collective

The S.O.P, I keep my letters signed with 'Os' and 'Xs'

Owner let me close the section, sex is a loaded weapon

Sippin' Amarone or Brunello from the Monticello

Slanted eye observe through to the cancer, I'm the calmest fellow

Accompanied by something dangerous walkin' on stilettos

Talkin' over contracts in the back, the dough was all but settled

On my level, fire flower resembled emerald city

Sweaty hippies hold me down, know my nose is rose pedal picky

Love me, she love me not, we translucent to opaque

Gave the bouquet the O.K and relocated to home base

Where the MO is at

[Hook - Ubiquitous:]

Yo man, my mind is on this money, and I keep that money on me

Now we blowin' on that potent rollin' vibin' with my homies

CES from the show me so show me how high that you can go

Now we drivin' slow sippin' on somethin' ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Ridin' through the MO

Ri-Ridin' through the MO

Bro we from the show me now show me how high that you can go