Rosetta Stone - Nyemiah Supreme, 183rd, Smoke DZA

Sinatra

Gotcha

Ugh, my fly on autopilot, I don’t need a stylist (Harlem)

Create the fresh, all my pieces fire (Ugh)

I deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier

Send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas

Niggas is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish

Self-proclaimed real niggas, I tell em «Prove it» (Prove it)

Good energy across the landscape (Right)

Since when, a broke nigga could demand weight

Maybe, Rosetta Stone could come and translate

You put syrup on shit, don’t make it pancakes

Gem droppin', diamond test it, I can’t fake

Honestly flawed, Midas my tone, outta control

Found the prices on my size, still the product is flown

Nigga, Airplane Mode couldn’t silence my phone

They on my landline, Batline, all at my door

Ugh, I keep hearing these deep voices

I’m at a funeral and there’s heroin in these coffins (Open em)

Shawty tear up her feet walkin'

Slid her from squeeze to the Sheridan, we hawkin'

What you sharing?

I need often (Uh huh)

Dope for fifty-two had the Maryland streets talkin' (Yes)

I inherit the B-ballin' (Uh huh)

Down in the pain, I’m a scarier deep darkness (Ugh)

I steady push the Sour instead of kush (Uh huh)

Always fuck up the count, we call you Eddie Mush (Tell em)

When you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed

You keep an eye on the money, that cash or fetti look (Yes)

Hurry to leave, you never worry me, please

I promise won’t nothing grow if I go and bury your seed (Ha)

Thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these

From inside of the Chinese, hit that Keith Murray will squeeze (Wah)

Ugh, how you like this queen now?

(Now)

Step up on the scene (What's up?)

I adjust my crown (Ok)

Step up on the stage, shut it down, rock the crowd (Aye)

Standin' ovation, encore, take a bow

Wow, when they see this ass walk through (That ass)

Keep it confidential, broke niggas I don’t talk to (What?)

You think you can trick on me, that’s a gift for me (Ok)

Wrist like an iceberg, I’m about to make history (Ooouuuu)

Live flawless, my skin flawless

Flow hot like the left side of the faucet

I never force it (Never)

Model chick, I might endorse it (Ugh)

And if the coin good, you know I probably floss it

Hop in a Ferrari, the only time I’m down with horseplay (Vroom)

Button on the wheel, run the engine like it’s foreplay (Ugh)

Phone always buzzin', all these options make a boss play

Virgil Oblah, only time I have a off day (Aaaa)

Keith Harring to street art

Drip get delivered, I don’t wait on release par'

Street smarts and a sweetheart

Be better not bitter, bitch like a sweet tart

Aaa, It’s Supreme

You a person I look at, that talk

That know what they talkin' about

Wait, what?

Don’t bring my moms into this, please

Indistinguishable phone chatter

About?

Indistinguishable phone chatter

No, won’t you Google it

I’m not Googling it, what about you pop up?

I do Wayne, 3rd but yo, if this

Let me tell you something, boo

You listening?

Oh, that’s why you talkin' like that

Cause you infront on somebody

Cause you infront of your little fuckin-

Your friend is probably fuckin' wack too

So you tryna fucking show up, that’s what you doin'

First of all, nah we don’t do those, we don’t do those

We from the Westside of the Bronx, we do not do those

Fuck the Westside of the Bronx!

Yo, why you be disrespectin'-

That shit is not poppin'

Yo, you know what?

You know what, boo?

I’m, I’m now you, you not becoming my boo

You now becoming my enemy cause you disrespected

Why-, why am I becoming your enemy?

Cause you disrespecting the Westside

And you know I’m from there

How am I disrespecting the Westside?

You talk about how you wanna put on some absurdity on the phone

Why don’t you follow suit and go along with what you said?

Stupid

And you also said that um, that the one «is just me with your fucking sister»

Right?

They are my sisters, they, they my sis-

You said that, right?

And in my dreams, you was just fuckin' em, right?

I wasn’t just, that’s when we were kids

Oh, so you mean to tell me that they’re holdin' on the memories from when y’all

was kids havin' sex?

Yo, I don’t wanna argue about other people

You know what I’m sayin?

They ain’t got nothin to do with me and you