Courtesy Lyrics - Prhyme - Prhyme

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(It's that "whoop! whoop!") 

I like this one 

Just let it go Preem 

Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there 

Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling '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 you see me throw the match 

It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning 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 you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it 

Living life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot 

Driving 'till I total it 

I'm trying to 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 you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking 

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

If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ 

This one is for my lyricists- courtesy of my DJ 

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

(Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick) 

(I respect that) 

I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me 

Somehow, some way they just end up in my mercy 

Just show some courtesy 

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

(Believe that shit) 

I got killas 'round the way ready to move that work for me 

Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me 

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

And you can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox 

And it wouldn't matter 

It still squares on your radio to keep your 

Wealth 

I learned to stay to yo - self 

I call for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts 

Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle Watts 

Shoutout to Michael 5000 Watts 

I'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryna box 

Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh 

Meaning you getting the laze dot to your offspring 

I'm a lost being, uh 

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

I'm a frayed knot like a draw string 

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

If you can imagine 

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

Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay 

That last line that was before ya time 

Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway 

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

Listening to rappers kick knowledge 

That they probably got from Toure' 

These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king 

Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring 

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

My next album gon be so dark and so fly 

I should CD package it wrapped in batwings 

The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestling 

Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline 

How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse 

But never beefing in person? Randy Savage 

You wouldn't snap a slim Jim 

You wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's attic 

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

Put your motherfucking hands up 

My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd 

Put your motherfucking hands up 

(DJ Wonder, ya heard? 

DJ Wonder, ya heard?) 

(I respect that) 

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