Hit-Boy - Tyson 87 lyrics

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They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit

Now I’m all raping the game

Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president

All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn’t see!

It’s Heaven sin, nigga just let me in

They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit

Now I’m all raping the game

Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president

All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn’t see!

They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit

Now I’m on raping the game

Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president

All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn’t see!

It’s Heaven sin, nigga just let me live

I was twenty getting twenty racks of beat for them pop places

They told me not to rap, nigga, how could I not say this?

They’re after my head, I’m trying to...

Niggas used to show love, throw the shit so many tears

Like a pop playlist!

I come from a clique full of niggas too boozy fo Gucci

I’ll be in the club trying to say I’m making movies

We’ll be overseas, nigga, really making movies

I wrote this all day, so I was really unruly

Reminiscent a two-three, y’all niggas can’t fool me!

And I’m just here to take the game, I ain’t asking it at all

Truth is cast like the team drop them off like them off at the mall!

I never could imagine buying thousands of dollars shirt

Now that’s the daily average, show me what I’m worth

Gotta hide the price tags from my momma when she visits

Cause that’s more than people reading cards know what she living

But still I spend it, fuck it, I gotta get it

Pop out, niggas copping cares for my...

She know why she lying rollie, I’m just thinking more...

That’s a visionary’s image!

So ya nigga could end it!

I ain’t expecting no applauds from niggas who run blogs,

And niggas who getting old, and used to running charts

Cause niggas is all friends, till you roll up in that Benz

They let me take over lens, now niggas counting your ends

They steady pray for my fall like flying high is a sin

Also niggas love coke in the... now they bottle up

While I’m partying with the star, champagne, bottles up!

Never ran with the loss, swear I got a model cuff

All I did is play my carts right, I ain’t gotta bluff!

Wave how to puff, we’re in the same room,

Talking life and getting high,

Drinking what to play the fool!

Young king, nigga, yeah, I got a crown too!

Bitch from the cover of King prepping me for round two

These days, every time the lights get low

I realize I want an insecure light skin hoe

Probably cause she seen this life before

Yeah, I’m a pretty motivated tyrant, Titan, yeah

That’s who I am!

I’m a hell raver!

Fuck you hoes!

I was fifteen having dreams of a rock

Like a.. checking e-mails, trying to see where...

Hoes wanna sex when you got... on the text

You’re still watching the throne, but we’re working on what’s next

Way too cold, it’s some that we can’t catch

Way too strong, we ain’t even gotta flex

All money on me if you want to save them

Fuck ‘em what them other niggas like playing Russian roulette

No longer fucking with lames, all I dare waste seven

It’s the right hand, look for Tyson in 87!