'95 Bad Boy Logo

The agenda don't ever change much, the same from when we came up

It stick with us now, to fit a crown without fucking your fade up

You double down on your way up

Up on your way, up for the day til the day done

Night turn to drop jeeps and Alize runs

The soundtrack to it in the back where the weight's tucked

The baselines cover bass lines til the tape stuck

Fast forward to the B-sides where the tape run

We kept the drop jeeps but turned the rest into Spade runs

Running for chart space

Running like if we was running off of a court date with a gun in the door safe

Red bones at the light, fuck with this car chase

Bunch of Lorel's got it looking like 4 Faiths

Drawn to the light post, right so

Rightfully hypefully know that we just want the allure straight

Playing BYOBs up in Kum Kau, like y'all don't sell Privilege

So we just brought it with us

And we just want the finals to not feel like a scrimmage

It ain't about the title its who you bodied to get it

And anybody can get it, word to a Sean Combs remix

And whatever Sean Combs did, we did

Same rule applied like summersaulting a key out, key in

Shit is ordained like a prefix

All we really wanted was a '95 bad boy logo

On the back of a letterman, backstage at letterman

Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in

Patent leather 11s and, the band play the record and

Puff screaming how we won't stop while I get settled in

To the swing of the record and, then the swing of the record is

Tryna mimic this St. Laz piece over my neck and I

Get to swinging this rhetoric, Fulton street benevolent

But rap like a clip off the waist before the sedatives

OZ orchestra, theme music for peddlers

But back to the scene and the stage that I was setting and

The feeling of a Hitman record gets

Higher than Branson, or fly as a Vanson

Or fly as BIG buying keys outta advances

Fuck up a bag and run it back or run it round

Rollie's in the sky, bet nobody brung 'em down

And when he told you "t-bone steak cheese eggs and welches grape"

I grew up between Mikes and Country House

Mikes is better, the lights is better when you underneath

You light up whoever when you wanna eat

Looking up to a logo of a toddler with his fist in the air

Or letting the lama rip in the air

Because all we really wanted was a '95 Bad Boy logo

On the back of a letterman, backstage at Letterman

Fitted over my brow like I was Mason Betha in

Patent leather 11s and, the band play the record and

Puff screaming how we won't stop while I get settled in

To the swing of the record and, then the swing of the record is

Tryna mimic this St. Laz piece over my neck and bet

That I don't gotta loop this no more, you get the messages right?