PRhyme - Courtesy lyrics

rate me

Ft. Royce Da 5'9

(Intro)

Wonder, wonder, wonder

Yo, where the otha one at?

It's that whoop! whooooop

I like this one

Just let it go PRhyme

(Verse: Royce da 5'9")

ZL6 'vette, grippin' feelin' almost there

Listenin' to Bon Jovi, rollin' Living on a Prayer

Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant

It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson

I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live

I value relationships, still I keep it competitive

Nowadays chances are that if ya see me throw the match

It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin' bridge

I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts

Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact

That if ya with yo ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it

Livin' life with no balance, drivin' drunk on co-pilot

Drivin' untill I total it

I'm tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it

The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot

All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha

If ya profilin', it's probably be more violence than lookin'

I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin' eBay, no high end fashion either

If ya catch me by the runway it's the one that's fo' the PJ

This one is fo' my lyricists, courtesy of my deejay

(Hook)

(I can't control it, can't hol' it, it's so nuts)

(Hustle hard in any hustle that ya pick)

(I respect that)

I done had a lot of niggas say they want to hurt me

Somehow, sum' way they just end up in my mercy

Just show sum' courtesy

(Hell yeah, nigga ya know, niggas still got it)

(Believe that shit)

(Verse 2: Royce da 5'9")

I got killers 'round the way ready to move that work fo' me

Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me

All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio?

And ya can take the cassette deck from off yo ol' boombox

And it wouldn't matter

It still squares on yo radio to keep yo wealth

I learned to stay to yo, self

I call fo' Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts

Of me spray paintin' a mural of miracle Watts

Shoutout to Michael five thousand Watts

I'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryin' to box

Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh

Meanin' ya gettin' the laze dot to yo offspring

I'm a lost bein', uh

Try to cross me without fallin' off, I'm afraid not

I'm a frayed knot like a draw string

I'm preachin' to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff

If ya can imagine

Me hoppin' up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard

Like fuck it, leave the top off like time fo' foreplay

That last line that was befo' ya time

Like Big Ben sittin' in Beyonce doorway

While I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway

Listenin' to rappers kick knowledge

That they probably got from Torae

These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claimin' they king

Not knowin' the kind of drama that that bring

Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to ?

My next album gon be so dark and so fly

I should CD package it wrapped in bat wings

The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestlin'

Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin' like bacon in Vaseline

How ya lookin' like beef jerky, beefin' in erry verse

But neva beefin' in person? Randy Savage

Ya wouldn't snap a slim Jim

Ya wouldn't rip a wrappin' on Christmas in Santa's attic

With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't ya average?

Put yo muthafuckin' hands up

My job is to move the crowd, move the muthafuckin' crowd

Put yo muthafuckin' hands up

(Outro)

Deejay Wonder, ya heard?

Deejay Wonder, ya heard?

I respect that