Styles P - Salute lyrics

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Styles P - Salute lyrics

[Intro: Russ] Yeah, CHOMP 2 9th Wonder Yeah, let me talk to 'em Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Russ] The sun is beamin' down, I'm wrapped up in the light May never be fulfilled 'cause with the mill' comes the appetite Vanna White, I make a fortune, y'all just tappin' on the screens She askin' me if I'm a player, 'bout to draft her on the team I grab the steam from my shattered dreams and let it propel me I got the juice likе Martinelli, my success, it been stealthy Undеr the radar, stay out the graveyard, my momma prays hard I was in Brazil and women treated me like Neymar Rockstar, Sammy Hagar, good neighbor like State Farm So people go to war for me like Braveheart I told the pilot, "Keep the plane parked", we out celebratin' (Yeah) My shows are spiritual, you'll think the crowd's levitatin' (Yeah) I'm still acceleratin', this ain't my top speed I feel like the one, I can't be worried 'bout top threes You swimmin' in calm seas, good luck when it gets rough I swam through the storms and now the waves don't affect much They mad I stay blessed up (Yeah) they'd rather me messed up (Yeah) They tryna stop my movement but it's you who's gon' get stuck (Haha) I stay in tune, they be chasin' news Pumpin' poison to the people, I remain immune Homies carry sticks like they playin' pool, they play it cool, you never know (Be cool) You get it all once you let it go You better grow on first, keep your soul nourished Gotta watch your words around the media They always got the phones up, tell 'em, "No tourists" (Weirdos) I told my momma, "Go purchase anything you desire" Another million dollar wire, in the midst of the fire The sharpest steel gets made and I'm immersed in the flames People cursin' my name, the person that I became Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain But I ain't gon' lie to you, man, at first it was strange I yearn for the rain, somethin' to reverse or restore 'Til I embraced and flipped it, now it can't hurt me no more, yeah [Chorus: Russ] I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute) Whether it's this side, over there it's that side Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, my heart's chrome, I dropped a .9 on my i-stove Made it a half a gram, sure can't decide though (Boom-boom, boom-boom) Gave papi a half to get me goin' Palm Angels was fallin' out the sky, one said, "Peace Allah" Ronnie Fieg up the leg, the Johnny Dang's lookin' like winnipeg Cocaine pots were misbehavin' like a ceilin' fan Spilling Vueve-y, let's make a movie, b*tch Go to JJ's, get a two piece, I'm tryna do me Touch the two-seater, you never seen one (Skrr) Just bought a new house, new whip and a machine gun (Grrrrrttt) Never live life of a fiend, son I played ball, I could've went D1 Until I sold D1, each one teach one Sittin' in a cell like "ni**a gon' be somethin'" (Ah) We doin' walk-ups, no drive-bys today (Boom boom boom boom boom boom) Eddie V's jumbo shrimp and filet (And filet) Catch a ni**a for his jewels on his worst of days ni**as came back with some big sh*t, that sh*t spray (Grr, grrt, grrtt) "Ayo, West, why your neck look like that?" Corduroy toys Peekin' out the left wing, we bling joy What's the math on the balance is miraculous Seventeen karats at my ears, what's gold? It's just some [?] [Chorus: Russ & Styles P] I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute, Let's go, Russ) Whether it's this side, over there it's that side (SP the Ghost, D-Block, yeah) Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute) [Verse 3: Styles P] Yeah, kickin' on the mic', Mr. Wicked on the mic (Wicked) It's a undisputed fact, I ain't slippin' on the ice I can be in a snowstorm and feel hot (Hot) Yeah, I'm healthy but I'm the sickest in the site (Sickest) Blicker and a knife, and some Nikes, and some weed I can light 'Long with Russ, beat came from from 9th (9th) Told 'em I'm the tenth one then maybe the first (I just maybe) I could kill 'em with a thought or maybe a verse Got a handgun, homie, but it ain't in the purse Not a man bag, thought your man had your back Then he sold me, split up your front, have it last, ha Me, I'm in LAX Just ran through New York like L.A. next (That's next) MIA after that (That's after) Cross me then it's MIA after that (Woo) No Ghostbuster, not even with a plasma gas (Uh-huh) This a code red, I am a old head (I'm a cold head) Get popped by a skinny chick ridin' the moped (Get popped) Locked with no dreads (Uh-uh) You ni**as seen the dread when I'm near Ask different kid, then you throw bread in that air (I did) You know I got a brain for war But I'm cool now (I'm cool) 'cause I got the chains, the stores Yeah, and we movin' health in the hood (We movin' health) You salute us, you gon' need help in your hood (Let's go) [Chorus: Russ] I'm undisputed, you cannot rebuke it Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute) Whether it's this side, over there it's that side Look how they salutin' me (Salute, salute)

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