Lyrics: Curtis Solomon
Music: Justin Dante Cross
I brag different
Just speaking on acts from last weekend
A Nike connoisseur in velour I act different
Move lighter calculated like Crawford a full fighter
Suspenseful like iso from Iverson
Suspended animation got shit outta wack
I’m just trying to see it through and run it back
Imagine Hester hesitating in the field of dreams
If you you do your job we can win a ring
But you don’t wanna talk bout that
They hate when I talk bout that
Loyalty I’m from the soil E-40 in fact
A shorty was that sure he could rap
Move music like accordion stretch
Boy a get fresh it’s deeper than that
Tachinni my tracks and Pellé my back
Stuck in my act Heath Ledger I don’t wanna go back
It’s like Joker with his back to the rack
Bronze Nazareth they holding they breath
Let’s choke 'em to death
I'm from the wally era
The Get bodied era
The get flyer era
I'm from the wally era
The Get bodied era
The get flyer era
I got a Paid in Full feel Dame Dash studied
spirit of the R on the cover with the money
learned from the OG’s who showed me was low key
lead by example non verbal to the manual
Pops gave me confidence I run through a wall now
I rap round crash dummies til the tape is gone
niggas brains be on drugs and they swagger off
I refrain from fake love I’m in the set low
with something fresh with a face card
who never refrain where we are on the first date
cus anywhere is love only way is up
she know the process
She see the progress and how the flow going
I’m all knowing it’s in the game so I play
in a major way sprinkle shit then I’m out the way
either the Bay or the Mandalay
Bronze Nazareth I know the play and I’m on the way
I'm from the wally era
The Get bodied era
The get flyer era
I'm from the wally era
The Get bodied era
The get flyer era