Stay Bubblin (feat Phil Da Agony)

Es muy bueno!

[Defari]

It's Friday night... I call up B Fin

I'ma fly by with the Henn

He on deck with a zone of cush

I'm fresh off a car wash, it feels good to push -

The Q through the innercity

I'm on the telephone blowin' this last blitty

Streets filled with rims, chicks on the dick

Stoppin' at the stop light, holla real quick!

It's on tonight..

I +Phil Da Agony+ in every last drink that I take (that's right)

We high stakes, do it big like Bill Gates

I only know a chosen few to rest his real fate

Dilated's at the House of Blues, we doin' it this

The bird's who see me don't choose they losin' it

Double L mean low lands, that's one to grow on

She said she played music, I gave her somethin' to blow on

[Chorus: x2]

We stay bubblin'

Money makin' hitters, stay hustlin'

We stay bubblin'

From the East to the South

To the beach here we reach, where we reach

[Phil Da Agony]

Critically acclaimed, spit it to you simple and plain

It's like acid rain fallin' on your brain

Blame it on the man in the booth

We bring understanding to you

And show you what the proper plan to do

Phil Da Agony and Defari Herut, you can see it engraved

If you look close - the Golden Statue

So don't think, givin' a nigga money

And stringin' him along with twenties

We see through y'all, niggaz is funny

Heart and hustle, overcame talent and luck

I spread love, cause most of y'all hate - violent as fuck

I had to go through it to pursue it as a career

Back then when I was practicing in front of the mirror

Blunt in my ear, blunted out, rhyme of the year

It's time for a beer, crack it open, back to my chair

Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments

Product comin' in by the shipments

It's time to make a difference

[Chorus: x2]

[Defari]

Gold cuffs, diamond earrings

Drink up, you wasn't hearing me

Gold watch, diamond cut pinky ring

Drink up, we do this yearly

Break bread, blow trees, take head - for free

No cheese, 40's of Olde E, no diddle

Just a little Goose and cran for these brittles

[Phil Da Agony]

Aiyyo we bubble out, we double our clout

Hit the club and be out -

We veterans at this, scrubbin' you out

Born to make music, match all my melodies

I don't believe NONE of these bitches, they keep tellin' me

Call 'em how I see 'em -

Niggaz'll hold back on podium

Then try to put a record out to free him, release him

I'm wide awake, migraine headache, food on my plate

You need real estate's to get the estates, nigga

[Chorus: x4]