Not Enough Words-Statik Selektah/Action Bronson

Not Enough Words - Action Bronson [Verse 1] Book a ticket to the tropics cause I’m through with all the sh*t That I’m living every day, in the mirror saying why me? Hide my eyes cause I’m sicken with the image Of using marijuana, simply vintage for the time being My skills said it's very serious, in fact Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow’s back Throw it on the grill, I’m cooking in the stew Same sh*t that’s on the grill gave me leather for the boot If they make me take the stand then I’m lying through my teeth though Ask to swear to God but in that I don’t believe though My man Stevie Mo playing safety for Toledo Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto Shorty on the bed pleasuring my pee pee Smart crew TCN, lyrical graffiti Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the dice Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your life So much to say it’s so little time and shitty Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a philly Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me [Hook] I’m moving forward cause nothing’s gonna be the same Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can’t see the lane Swerving heavy, bottle in my lap I’m looking for a problem so I’m modeling the gat Somebody save me, cause I don’t wanna go to jail I’d rather be up in the mansion for the polo sale But I’m here, stuck inside my thoughts I’m tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts [Verse 2] My life is like a movie, blizzard with the shottie Hookah house on (?) Chilling in the lobby Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley Open up cigars and fill them with a bunch of Marley Double cup (?) Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers Ginger ale and mix glasses, your style is piss mothaf**ka Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius My mind is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianowski Obvious to see I'm a star straight off the couch You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right Spray the vinegar to tighten up a yummy Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and sunny Attachment on the nozzle make the iron fire funny Never stop until my body diving in a pile of money [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m already smoking like a gunshot You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat Many hours, one man standing, one spot From the morning to the mothaf**king sun drop Cause I’m one with the Earth, eyes red Mothaf**ka I’ve been blunted since birth, age 9 Mom deuce kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray F**k tomorrow, money coming in the way [Hook]