Irv Gotti - Only a Customer

Song Rating: 9.53/10

Song lyrics:

Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella yall
96, futuristic sh** b**h
Uh, what the f**?
How we do
How we do
Uh huh

Verse 1:
Its the eventual triple platinum n***a with the solid gold fate
All that nickel and dime sh** dont hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (youll see)
As you thumb through The Source I read the Robb Report
Cla** C, hold me down with the plastic
Thats all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
My peoples eyes through the peep hole
Im lovin you down freak
As I shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough to stop em from spreading the news
Paper heading reads Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees
The only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay Breeze
Cant stop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a n***a picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but Im a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga havent done dirt in a while
You know my stomach getting weak from living on the streets for real
Trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats
At the top where the real criminal minds meet
Thats where the cream is, right? Thats where your dream is - well aint

Youre only a customer (uh)
Walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long

[Verse 2]
Yo, my youth had a n***a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought invested
Hittin pot holes, cop-os will snatch away

What you deem most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing?
I dont know to tell the truth
If Im pressed for dough, I gotta consult Irv Gotti yall (Heads got to roll)
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What youre facing is official (Its official)
Most cases when Im blazing wont miss you (Wont miss you)
Case and point, make bullsh** an issue Ill see it to the end
My writing is so personal my heart bleeding through the pen
Make no mistake about me
Theres only one n***a living that got a half a cake about me
I got love, I can k** a friend over fam, not d**
And very few people understand that love
To make a n***a die bleeding is nothing
You make a motherf**er die breathing then you saying something

[Hook x3]

[Verse 3]
More flavor than yall can image having
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
Brain aint right from inhaling the work of my life
f** it, greasy eye, had the whole D.C. high
Pissy off Cristals,
3Gs high seasoned Bacardi, VVSs blesses my body
We be fresh at the party, play yourself, go head
If you dont know the ledge
Its like spitting to God
Get it in the face f**ing with n***as over your head
Take your time with me, shifty
Used to make coke stretch like the sample in the 950
Sit with that, while Im on a Kawasaki bike
At the light, doin a pike, with a b**h on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rocafella logo
Acapulco to Aruba, bay breezes and caviar Beluga
Very little loot eludes us
In the grayish blueish, LEX coupe its the root of evil in these people
(What the f**)

[Hook x3]

Date of text publication: 19.01.2021 at 11:12