Courtesy Song Lyrics

Courtesy by PRhyme

(Intro)
Wonder, wonder, wonder
Yo, where the otha one at?
It’s that whoop! whooooop
I like this one
Just let it go PRhyme
(Verse: Royce da 5’9″)
ZL6 ‘vette, grippin’ feelin’ almost there
Listenin’ to Bon Jovi, rollin’ Living on a Prayer
Privy to the gossip, that’s what’s said about me constant
It’s the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I’m only concerned to live
I value relationships, still I keep it competitive
Nowadays chances are that if ya see me throw the match
It ain’t to lose the fight, it’s to walk away from a burnin’ bridge
I’m from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts
Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it’s a fact
That if ya with yo ho, don’t matter it’s still appropriate to scope at it
Livin’ life with no balance, drivin’ drunk on co-pilot
Drivin’ untill I total it
I’m tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it
The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot
All kind of clips with mo’ malice than Pusha
If ya profilin’, it’s probably be more violence than lookin’
I’m so stylish, but I ain’t talkin’ eBay, no high end fashion either
If ya catch me by the runway it’s the one that’s fo’ the PJ
This one is fo’ my lyricists, courtesy of my deejay
(Hook)
(I can’t control it, can’t hol’ it, it’s so nuts)
(Hustle hard in any hustle that ya pick)
(I respect that)
I done had a lot of niggas say they want to hurt me
Somehow, sum’ way they just end up in my mercy
Just show sum’ courtesy
(Hell yeah, nigga ya know, niggas still got it)
(Believe that sh*t)
(Verse 2: Royce da 5’9″)
I got killers ’round the way ready to move that work fo’ me
Niggas wanna ride my wave, b**ches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio?
And ya can take the cassette deck from off yo ol’ boombox
And it wouldn’t matter
It still squares on yo radio to keep yo wealth
I learned to stay to yo, self
I call fo’ Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts
Of me spray paintin’ a mural of miracle Watts
Shoutout to Michael five thousand Watts
I’m on than lean movement like I’m out here tryin’ to box
Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh
Meanin’ ya gettin’ the laze dot to yo offspring
I’m a lost bein’, uh
Try to cross me without fallin’ off, I’m afraid not
I’m a frayed knot like a draw string
I’m preachin’ to the congregation like I’m Peter Popoff
If ya can imagine
Me hoppin’ up out of the cabin like I’m one of the dukes of hazard
Like f**k it, leave the top off like time fo’ foreplay
That last line that was befo’ ya time
Like Big Ben sittin’ in Beyonce doorway
While I’m receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway
Listenin’ to rappers kick knowledge
That they probably got from Torae
These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claimin’ they king
Not knowin’ the kind of drama that that bring
Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to ?
My next album gon be so dark and so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in bat wings
The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestlin’
Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin’ like bacon in Vaseline
How ya lookin’ like beef jerky, beefin’ in erry verse
But neva beefin’ in person? Randy Savage
Ya wouldn’t snap a slim Jim
Ya wouldn’t rip a wrappin’ on Christmas in Santa’s attic
With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain’t ya average?
Put yo muthaf**kin’ hands up
My job is to move the crowd, move the muthaf**kin’ crowd
Put yo muthaf**kin’ hands up
(Outro)
Deejay Wonder, ya heard?
Deejay Wonder, ya heard?
I respect that