Adams Morgan ft. Willie The Kid Lyrics

I have been to the mountain top

And it will take a hell of a man

To knock me out

You either get down or lay down

Sent the runner on the greyhound

50 bands inside the jansport

We felt the bus route was the safest transport

This shit is free unless you paying for it

Your word ain't bond unless you standing on it

Imagine a mom losing her only son

You can't take life for granted you get only one

I really did the shit that Tony done

Either Montana or Romo

Made it to the top with no promo

This shit classic

Historical tags

Won't drive it snow though

I caught a penalty for all you showboating

Help me with my sportsmanship

Conduct I was too cutthroated

Not speaking up on what you believe

That's how you get fucked over

Separated his wants from his needs

When he was much older

A 9 to 5 Had him down on his knees

His back hunched over

The orange Porsche is something I need

Look like a crushed sods

Was in the streets with fifty plus soldiers

Ready for combat

But we don't discuss motives

The bitches you call tens to me I shrug shoulders

And it's slug's loaded

Playing with the wrong one

Niggas a blunt roll him

I'm in the part of the club where you

Can't toe touch just king me instantly

Your team down bad

And in need of a victory

Just look at me

For example

My prime ain't even hit me

I pop bottles when I was young

We toast with the Motu

You got bitch tendencies you gon' do what a ho do

And it's too predictable

Just let everybody in the room know

It ain't even a mystery

Just show me love, ain't gotta hate me

It's enough money for all of us, put it on the table

Look me in my eyes, shake my hand then pay me

I put it on the credit, raised the score and went crazy

Yeah, just show me love, ain't gotta hate me

It's enough money for all of us, put it on the table

Look me in my eyes, shake my hand then thank me

I put it on the credit, raised the score and go crazy

I seen the mountain top like Martin Luther

Know bitches that'll shoot ya

Missionary rarely

I'm into Kama Sutra

I'm hopping out the Uber

Photoshoots in Vancouver

I study lessons

Like it's Q-man but went to Jummah

Black seed like it's cumin

Cue the cameras

I'm not human

My skill set exceed the standards

I'm not losing

I'm chose when the bitches choosing

Maneuvering

It's not power till we all empowered

Never been a coward

The full ride at Howard

Living great

One bedroom in Adam's Morgan

My nigga went to Coppin State

We fucking hoes at Morgan

And then I glide

Like I play shooting gaurd for Portland

Back in the A

Push the motorsport down Cortland

I'm down for whatever

I'm showing out my toes out

When it's sweater weather

I need a Benz or better

It's Willy

Get your shit together

Yeah

(Thank you, Lordy)