Action Bronson - 9-24-7000 lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson] sh**, sweep you off your feet Like Ryu in the corner sh**, man, haha Smooth, man I'm a f**in' smooth mover, ugh [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo if I didn't say it's me you would probably think it's Sting My fish go bling, what, this old thing? I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off my shoulder, f** the bullsh** November rain came the same day My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13 Only compare me to Kevin Spacey Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales Do a world tour and scoop some dollars Come home and hit the pool hall I'm fishbowlin' new Impalas Two Russian twins s** while I drive fast It's me, man [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I'm the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head Wisdom from the old heads, you ain't gettin' no head You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes Dawg I hit the best of 'em, mothaf** the rest of 'em Well now I'm nestled in the Tesla eatin' pretzels, haaa? I should prolly put a wetsuit on I'll be right back... [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Young Renzel, line two Young A.B., I got this you dig? Yeah, yo M-M-M-Maybach Music I love my rude b**hes, end up as new b**hes Skippin' school b**hes, cookin' me food b**hes All my n***as down, we lookin' like Fu-Schnickens Got a few tickets for b**hes who truly digged us College dormitories, fill 'em with smooth lyrics Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner Simple individual, confident in the Lotus Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures Baking soda required, decided drug dealin' Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children Let him keep totin' d** if he willin' to plead guilty The star state witness, they'll hit you up for that selfie Dro can only help me, Backwood and I'm healthy I'm the label owner, I'm the only one can shelf me, biggest M-M-M-Maybach Music Boss [Outro] Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul, penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? Can you or can't you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will? Seekin' scripture, haha