STS - Faraway Lands lyrics

[Verse STS] Hop off the flight, I'm talking money at the gate We speak in Euro when we conversation I'm trying to figure this conversion rate Cause now we out in London, therefor we talking Franks I'm talking pound, they think I'm talking dope I'm talking about doing sh** my n***as ain't done before I'm talking to the locals, it's where I need to go They said you talking fly, boy you talking savile rogue Stay the flow like paddle-boats When most fell for that okay-doke But my rope-a-dope is so Ali And my train of thought is so Kweli Dear gold, ya'll know it's me See them hoes they notice me Scrambling to get close to me You get one shot, and we toastin' me I don't care who you supposed to be I'm a rapper n***a you supposed to be n***a thinking about roasting me Yo best bet is to put the toast to me And that's ghostly, is you scared One hit and get bared These verses hitting like Bear My word is bond and I'm there Nice as this, my life is this Enlighten people, get hype to this This theme music for the armageddon I just might bring back Christ to this Lighting spliffs, and writing rhymes This life and times of one Sugar shorty n***as told me we k**ed the show and all I remember is the after-party After that, the hotel lobby [????] After that is all said and done we still smoking on bomb three Bear One keep scratching that, STS my rapping a** Keep rolling up this Cali chronic so much I should've been Aftermath Hope my n***as don't have to pa** South side I come out the cash Summer time in this crazy world and I just crumble herb and burn hash [Bridge] [Verse 2 STS] From the house of gold, I built on my own Representing the game of thrones They'll sing songs about songs I sang And birth children that share my name Debts paid like a Lanister Please, would you mind your manners sir Ya'll don't know sh** about me And I'll crack your f**ing canister Old schooling these amateurs As I slide down like a banister In my wide-body, my side shorty She shotgun as we drive shorty Like Clyde shorty I'm trail-blazing L's lit, my eyes Asian Representing that south side But I copping Philly n***a, key-taking My real world your dream world Your dream girl, my side b**h All I know is wet p**y All they do is dry-snitch Though they said you can't take it with you I still pray I die rich Ya'll scatter my ashes across the sky Bury me on some fly sh** 'Til then my dear friends we back and forth like pendulums Two hoes on my emblem And I'm Polo'd down like Wimbledon So London Bridges, I'm bending them We had to drive on the right side [?] rainy day, London fog got me looking on the bright side Cause I could've been where I shouldn't have been In the hood spot with a fifth of Hen Bagging b**hes like gentleman, then click-clack, the end But no short story we get booked Where n***as ain't so they get shocked But the b**hes ain't, they want a good look And I stole her heart cause I'm a good crook Hey Bear One keep scratching that, STS my rapping a** Keep rolling up this Cali chronic so much I should've been Aftermath Hope my n***as don't have to pa** If I [die my n***as???] don't have to ask I was going so hard I forgot to add Gentleman of Leisure & Development You know the tag [Bridge]