Action Bronson - It's A Beautiful Thing lyrics

[Verse 1: Roosh Williams] Realest muthaf**er in the building at the moment Kids are parking lot pimpin' but their whips are getting stolen If you reap it then you sow it, plant the seed you gotta grow it Bite the hand that writes the checks and guarantee you will get broke-en Catch me on my grizzy ridin all throughout the city Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel the pressure bout to hit me sh** it's a beautiful struggle, but you move in the rubble And over time you learn exactly what to do in the huddle, From losing a couple of people relevant to my raising To taking a gut full of punches and f**ing hitting the pavement I'm growin' accustomed to madness, fallin' in love with the Mayhem Go season the baby back ribs, stick em in the oven and bake em I'm eatin' good tonight, ain't got no dilemmas Gon' text one of my ex's and get some V for Vendetta Sippin' champagne with my dinner, fill the campaign with some winners Roosh and Bronsolini fresher than the landscape out these pictures Mother f**er [Hook: Roosh Williams] Hand up out the window, screamin d**h to chivalry Smokin' on a sweet, what a beautiful delivery Swangin' two seaters while I'm drankin' 2 liters Rockin' Nike sneakers finna scoop the new Adidas Baby you act like you've seen us, and sh** you probably have Backhand them like Venus, put that beat in body bags, playa And at the end of the day I kick my feet up on the table it's a beautiful thing [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Everyday you can catch me in Queens baby it's nothing Money discussion, cigars lit... Gold ?? sittin' on the floor like a bum, nap time The blanky was a black nine Dove off the top of the yacht liner Perfect 10 from the Judge from China Sweatpants, one leg up, St. John's jersey Artest, I'm an ar-tiste See me bettin' on the dogs down in Palm Beach With any amount of paper in my arms reach I am that mother f**er, that's what the cards read Smoke 100 percent, you smokin' yard weed Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook I'm a crook, never play by the book, you can tell by my look Damn it's been a short time comin' But you can find me on the coast drinkin' port wine cousin [Hook] [Verse 3: Roosh Williams] I leave the crib to the J-O Hat tipped, eyes stay low, Williams on the pay roll, lady She said her name but I don't ask what she came fo' I'm just tryina take her to the places that she can't go. Head Covered in Kangol, swangin' the Civic, pimpin I promise I'm on a mission, preparing a master plan And when it comes to fruition, I bet you idiots listen I guess it's just all contingent on what they get out the man But dog I'm keepin' the lettuce lit, divin' in to the wettest chick Without no scuba yeah, sign the check with the feather tip Make it look effortless, dust away all the evidence Ever since adolescence I've had a magical presence, b**h So lemme just rip this sh**, run up on anybody Deuces chucked and funky salutations to my Kimosabe I'm breathin' breath, livin life up in the eagles nest Keepin' it movin' just workin waitin to see what's next [Hook]