Trump Tight - Blueprint

Yeah yeah

Sound fresh

You know who it is

Uh huh

Shit trump tight

Uh huh

Fresh shit

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I gotta get mines by any means necessary

I heard it fine when my man Biggie said it to me

Fuck bitches get money

Self explanatory

More money more problems

But that’s another story

It won’t happen if the album ain’t legendary

Drop a classic everything else is secondary

My fam struggled so long it feel hereditary

Bill collectors call until they see us in the cemetery

He in his room gazing out from the second story

Sometime he write until the night blend into morning

The temp low brainstorms turning into flurries

The album cold like he wrote it all in January

Is he taking too long

Is people getting worried

Is he writing songs

Is he running out of money

Kinda funny how we got 'em all speculating

Take it all in stride as long as they anticipating

When it’s done right

Then they gotta listen

It’s like sunlight shining in your line of vision

If it’s trump tight put me in position

Well alright

Time to get it

Yeah

Sound beautiful

Shit’s tight right

Trump tight

Printmatic

I ain’t gotta fucking tell you

I know what it is

Chicks wasn’t screwing us

They was moving in a rush

Seen 'em moving up

Now they on some, «Hey, dude what up»

But nothing they can do for us

We been taught to do it up

But it’s kind of scary what doing us do to us

Bored with everything

And good isn’t good enough

Didn’t know to sit before 'cause I was busy getting drunk

Glad I ain’t to far gone to give it up

Without the alcohol all I want to do is read a book

It sure as hell beats the hell out of being numb

Might as well sit in a cell and never see the sun

A third done but really feeling like he just begun

Carousel into another world having fun

Have a son

Raise him like a samurai

Swing swords and do homework by candlelight

Play drums read books write battle rhymes

Better than his pops on the mic by the time he five