Good Friday

Album: Download Only (2010)
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  • Party people in the place to be
    You are now in the midst of a real MC
    Throw your hands in the air if you real as me

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Such an easy morning, we on a ride
    And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive
    Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit
    They don't want black people to think and drive

    He think he live, he think he cold
    He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode
    Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts
    The streets are like the high road that I go across

    I mean, my whole team about to smash the streets
    The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week
    And the weather wasn't barely hot
    Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
    Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
    Motherfucker, are you ready or not?

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop
    (Can't stop, you can't stop)
    This goes out to the all core hip-hop
    (Can't stop, you can't stop)

    As Ye flips the piano
    The mood swings like the change of a channel
    He's heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
    Selling kilos through your iPod Nano
    Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
    Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury's handle
    Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
    Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's
    Euro tank top, Dior-inspired
    Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
    Yeah, I'm 2012 in 2010
    Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
    Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in
    While haters wish death upon me, that's many men
    Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route
    Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
    Don't worry, we gon' be here all night
    And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside)
    Westside, Westside
    So tell me who the freshest of them all?
    They claiming that they fresh, they ain't fresher than my balls
    A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball
    MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
    I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
    Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
    I guess that's why in school, my grades went from A's to B's to C's
    All over double D's, I be absent all week
    This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
    Man, that's the fam, we let 'em in through the side door
    Hold on: That's the girl you gave a wedding ring?
    Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything

    And let me hear you say ahh

    Now put your hands up to the sky
    Until the day in that we die
    And we'll be here all evening
    G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
    I know the city getting ready

    Are you ready to go?
    I know the city getting ready for me
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