🎵 Rosetta Stone // by Smoke DZA

2 ContributorsRosetta Stone Lyrics [Intro: Smoke DZA] Kushed God (183rd Street) Sinatra Gotcha [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Ugh, my fly on autopilot, I don't need a stylist (Harlem) Create the fresh, all my pieces fire (Ugh) I deal directly with the brands, big up my feet supplier Send a hater to the stand, straight through papayas Niggas is liars, users, substance abusers, felonious, foolish Self-proclaimed real niggas, I tell em "Prove it" (Prove it) Good energy across the landscape (Right) Since when, a broke nigga could demand weight Maybe, Rosetta Stone could come and translate You put syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes Gem droppin', diamond test it, I can't fake Honestly flawed, Midas my tone, outta control Found the prices on my size, still the product is flown Nigga, Airplane Mode couldn't silence my phone They on my landline, Batline, all at my door [Verse 2: Vado] Ugh, I keep hearing these deep voices I'm at a funeral and it's hell in these coffins (Open em) Shawty tear up her feet walkin' Slid her from squeeze to the Sheridan, we hawkin' What you sharing? I need off it (Uh huh) Dope for fifty-two had the Maryland streets talkin' (Yes) I inherit the B-ballin' (Uh huh) Down in the pain, I'm a scarier D. Dawkins (Ugh) I steady push the Sour instead of kush (Uh huh) Always fuck up the count, we call you Eddie Mush (Tell em) When you wrap it and bounce, the bag already squshed You keep an eye on the money, that cash a fetti look (Yes) Hurry to leave, you never worry me, please I promise won't nothing grow if I go and bury your seed (Ha) Thirty degrees, was moving thirty of these From inside of the Chinese, hit that Keith Murray will squeeze (Bow) [Verse 3: Nyemiah Supreme] Ugh, how you like this queen now? (Now) Step up on the scene (What's up?) I adjust my crown (Ok) Step up on the stage, shut it down, rock the crowd (Aye) Standin' ovation, encore, take a bow Wow, when they see this ass walk through (That ass) Keep it confidential, broke niggas I don't talk to (What?) You think you can trick on me, that's a gift for me (Ok) Wrist like an iceberg, I'm about to make history (Ooouuuu) Live lawless, my skin flawless Flow hot like the left side of the faucet I never force it (Never) Model chick, I might endorse it (Ugh) And if the coin good, you know I probably floss it Hop in a Ferrari, the only time I'm down with horseplay (Vroom) Button on the wheel, warm the engine like it's foreplay (Ugh) Phone always buzzin', all these options make a boss play Virgil Oblah, only time I have a off day (Aaaa) Keith Haring that street art Drip get delivered, I don't wait on release par' Street smarts and a sweetheart Be better not bitter, bitch like a sweet tart Aaa, It's Supreme [Outro] You a person I look at, that talk That know what they talkin' about Wait, what? Don't bring my moms into this, please Indistinguishable phone chatter About? Indistinguishable phone chatter No, won't you Google it I'm not Googling it, what about you pop up? I do Wayne, 3rd but yo, if this Let me tell you something, boo You listening? Oh, that's why you talkin' like that Cause you infront on somebody Cause you infront of your little fuckin- Your friend is probably fuckin' wack too So you tryna fucking show up, that's what you doin' First of all, nah we don't do those, we don't do those We from the Westside of the Bronx, we do not do those Fuck the Westside of the Bronx! Yo, why you be disrespectin'- That shit is not poppin' Yo, you know what? You know what, boo? I'm, I'm now you, you not becoming my boo You now becoming my enemy cause you disrespected Why-,why am I becoming your enemy? Cause you disrespecting the Westside And you know I'm from there How am I disrespecting the Westside? You talk about how you wanna put on some absurdity on the phone Why don't you follow suit and go along with what you said? Stupid And you also said that um, that the one [?] "is just me with your fucking sister" Right? They are my sisters, they, they my sis- You said that, right? And in my dreams, you was just fuckin' em, right? I wasn't just, that's when we were kids Oh, so you mean to tell me that they're holdin' on the memories from when y'all was kids havin' sex? Yo, I don't wanna argue about other people You know what I'm sayin? They ain't got nothin to do with me and you