Q Presents: - Downtown Lyrics

You want some raps
Okay, well
Let me open my cookbook
I like my beats
Built buttered
Battered my hooks
Look
It taste supreme
Like royalty
Royce enforced the beam
I spit enforcing things
Force the stream that supports the dream
You niggas inundated
Cuz you ain't never been or did it
Been and lived it
Realest in the business don't forget it
My spit
Is on the upper echelon, uh
Don't know
What the fuck that you been on, uh
Speaking about it, I'm bout it
Boutta start beatin' up out it
Boutta bomb birds from thin air
And when I start reachin', start shoutin'
Nigga my reach exceeds mountains
Nigga my species is talent
Fuck all the proceeds
See I progress, I precede with balance
See I'm a simple man
All I need is bands, a brib, and a bad bitch
But I couldn't live average
Bougie plastic, she exquisite, she lavish
Imma eat her, she Babish'd
Hit it from the back, bent back she told me that's classic
She gon' ride me like madness
Sweaty on her knees, swear to God she do magic
She think I'm fine
Standin' 5'9 but the dick it ain't average
Nigga is you blind
If you isn't mine you couldn't suck without askin'
I jus' drop dimes
Ion got time to think how you feel without actin'
I jus' got shine
I commit crime in a most efficient fashion
Honestly, to truly surpass me
Will eventually become impossible
An obstacle, unwinnable
A force that's unstoppable
My model mold
Shall rebuild the foundation for all the gold
That my hood location
Will bury, free from all the holds
Look
I graduated from Hard Knocks on honor roll
And when my big brother gets out
He'll probably be up on parole
So until the day that I drop
I'll fight for what I'm owed
Cuz this world doesn't respect
What's fair or honorable, nah
Holy water
I drink it like it's some good pussy
These niggas baby soft
I bet they insides look gushy
Holy alters
Shout out to the Father, good lookin'
Without my rhymes
I'd probably be back to where they was cookin'
Synesthesia, this beat taste this Sephora
Louis Vuitton outer decor, got Gucci for chords
Sharp as swords, granite tiles, golden harp on the floor
Said "Damn, they don't make em' like this anymore"
Now do they
I spent my whole life fightin' for respect in a loose way
Now I demand it
Put some power in yo' water like Kool-Aid
See I command it
Put yo' bitch up on my IG like Boosie
Don't want no rah-rah
I really don't need reason to lose face

You boutta get beat at yo' game
And I'm tellin' you nigga
I'm barley on hard now
So nigga don't start now
Eject the disc and then tear it apart now
Police on park grounds
Heroin needles, still locked in the yard bounds
Believing is hard, hounds
Bullet proof shields, be billy club, armed rounds

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Where you're bouta get spent
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I take you downtown

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That downtown
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That downtown
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