Norman Sann - Dressa

One, two, three, four, five, six seven
If life is a I hope my dogs go to heaven
Eight nines
Mac ten and a Mac eleven
This twelve gauge don't pump fake
It's all action
I'm out this world like Apollo thirteen
You already know what's coming next un uh
fourteen Quinceañera
Ain't nobody better baby
I can do it better
I got more sixteens than Jared Fogel seller
Wait let me calm it down a bit though
three ten four
I spit fire like a zippo
Smoking like a train
At eighteen was MO
And at nineteen I let the devil sleep on top of my pillow
But hindsight twenty/twenty my flow gets sick as Covid
I'm locked and fully loaded
They say I'm GOAT'ed
Duly noted
Do he know I got twenty-one twenty-two's
Who got motion
They rocking boats like Aaliyah
I'm like Big L and Beethoven
The lyrics I be composing make you lose your composure
In the game till it's over like twenty-three on the poster
I got more drive than the chauffeur
I'll coach you with the heat like Erik Spoelstra
I just want the ring like a soda with no coaster
I be in the gym like twenty-four
I call an iso and I post-up and expose ya
Like low exposure
How I got more bars than granola
Give you niggas the boot like NOLA
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
I gots to get pay yay aid
I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
I gots to get pay yay aid
Uh like twenty-six
I rule with an Iron Fist
Like Daniel Rand from Earth six one six
My flow get nasty
Like Robert taking a piss on that chick in a flick
Focus like Will Smith don't get slapped like Chris
Boy I am really a legend
Kick it like Eddy from Tekken and set that at twenty-seven but still got to use it to teach a lesson
You adolescents don't understand my flow is infected twenty-eight days later
Do you not get the message
The fact they try to compare us I kinda feel disrespected
We barely make it past twenty-one twenty-nine is a blessing for thirty pieces of silver
They'll betrayed
They own brethren
It's been like two thousand years and we ain't seen no progression
Only seen the regression
Only seen the recession at thirty-one
Most of us probably reached the height of depression
Was it all from the stressing
Was it too much suppression
Was it lack of confession or just the lack of perspective
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
I gots to get pay yay aid
I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser
Yes sir
I gots to get pay yay aid

Written by:
Albert Brown Brown III, Kyle West, Norman Sanchez

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