Tony Soprano ft. Young Joie Lyrics

Time is moving and I gotta cherish it

I can't give you my hoodie, I'm wearing it

And you can't really draw a comparison

Cus' our music is not that compatible

But I might do a feature for charity

Get up in there you know imma tear it up

And she put on my music while she getting ready, she mouthing the words in her vanity

Had my mom tell me watch the profanity

Had to tell her it's all 'bout the music

I explained that it ain't 'bout the shit that I say but it's all 'bout the way that I use it

Man I'm really that guy and I do this

Ain't believe me at first but I proved it

Now I'm out with a couple of albums I did by myself and they all on the movement

Now they all gotta face up the music

All the shit they won't say to my face

I ain't training with Mr. Miagi I just do my thing and I'm finding my pace

Ain't a shack but I'm making it shake

Hit me back so I know that you safe

Might've slipped but I'm back in my place and I can't give my doubters a moment of faith

Not a moment of faith

Yeah

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Yeah look uh

So we coming back to back you know that you heard it

Burning the track is never a burden

Cutting you off like I'm planning for urban

Taking a bow while she closing the curtains

The rainfall is the pouring the angel she weeps

The thunder is striking, the devil make leaps

I carry my pain, locked on to my hip

My life ain't the same, I let that bitch rip

Lean back and I sip

I'm high but don't trip

That concrete hit hard its the jungle that grip

30 missed calls DND do it's thing

You say that you love 'em is when they'll cling

The Earth is dying Marvin Gaye how I sing

He saw the vision now we hang on the string

Tony Soprano I stay at the Bing

I promise your sister and I was a just fling

Big body to trim w the shears

Somebody they screwed up my gears

That light burning down on your fears

Are you salty enough for the tears?

I'm losing respect for my peers

Uh yeah

Chopping you up by the second

Don't fret but this brain of mine a deadly weapon

Yeah

Comin' up high steppin

Still tippin' them texas boys I be reppin'

Uh uh

Still tippin' them texas boys I be reppin'

Yeah

Yeah

I never fold I ain't corrugated I'm still tryna get it on my own

Me and the gang feeling more related than some people I know back at home

Different territories I don't know

Think my girl's getting paranoid

Everybody wants a serenade

But that narrative is getting very old

Every girl wants a a ceremony

Shawty give me top it give me serotonin

I just write the rules, Gene Steratore

I don't fuck with these boys cus' they very phony

Know the ride to the top can be very lonely

But this hotel's feeling very homey

Know I had to save a spot for Young Joie

On some mob shit, like a young Tony

It's that simple

Like a Young Tony