Wall Street Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro - Royce talking]You are now rocking to the sounds 

of my dawg. DJ Green Lantern 

Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches 

[Verse 1 - June the Great]I slang hope to the world like my name was Obama 

Shakin' hands with your father while I'm fuckin' yo momma 

Drama 

But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own 

Blowin' my own horn 

Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas 

I had to shout him out he's from the south 

Got pussy with me for my brother when he get out 

No doubt 

It goes one for the money 

Two for the show 

Three for the M.I.C. now let's go 

June's flow is pro 

Turn my speakers up louder 

Learn my shit 

Then recite it up in the shower 

No homo 

Yeah, peep my promo on behalf of the Bar Exam 2 

This is my message from me to you 

They'll probably be happy when I'm long gone 

But that'll never happen cause I got way too many songs 

MC's take note, but don't quote too much 

Find your own style and get 'mo in touch 

Plus 

Pussy make the world go round and mine spinnin' out of control 

Where I'ma stop, nobody knows 

You don't want me close to ya 

Scared I might roast ya 

But if I should stop, then who these streets gonna toast to? 

Here's the book of life, I just wrote you a new page 

Inspired by the beat, by the smell of my purple haze 

Hey, Grand River niggas up to no good 

June 1st 

I bring you all closer to my hood 

[Chorus]Wall Street 

Wall Street 

Yeah, yeah 

Uh huh 

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[Verse 2]My appetite for destruction 

My type to do the bustin' 

I eat the beat up like I got an appetite for percussion 

Lighten the mood like it's night and there's moonlight 

Platoon, high on them shrooms but this ain't no food fight 

Witch 

I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type 

My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit 

God bless you, sneeze 

I'll wet you, sleeves 

Your arms ain't like ours yet, our recipe is... 

Beef on a platter 

Go on and chatter, it don't matter 

My cheese, I'm eatin' like I'm obese but only fatter 

I only know how to do it the Harriet Tub way 

I'm Underground like the Railroad, I'm prepared to get ugly 

My narrative thug day, can only compare me to drugs 

I take a nigga way from him like Jared from Subway 

You, could, never ever be on my level 

You don't know what you're in 

But you're in/urine guns like I took a pee on my metal 

Just me and my shuttle 

We fly 

We go together like my feet and my petal 

We ride 

How could I not be greatest? 

When I got Muhammad Ali boxin' inside me in Vegas 

Aye 

Haters 

I just wanna say this 

I know I'm underrated 

But I ain't under paid when it comes to makin' 

Money 

I'm so hot I feel like the son of Satan 

I'm so hot I feel like the sun is hatin' 

Your bitch 

Hhhhuhhhhuhhhh 

Breathin' like a hundred H's 

I am the reason for your under takin' 

There's only one equation 

And it equals I am the sum of greatness 

Yeah, yeah 

Uh huh 

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