Ghetto Symphony lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro: Imogen Heap & A$AP Rocky]
Do just what I tell you (Uh)
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Uh)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Out— Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh)
Beef is on my entrée (Yeah), gin and juice, that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh)
pus*y on a Sunday (Yeah), business on a Monday (Yeah)
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet's like a runway (Uh)
Come be my fiancée, she f*cked me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah)
Dinner date for one K (b*tch), shopping date for two K (b*tch)
Bougie-ass b*tch made me wait to f*ck for two days (Yeah)
Finally got it today (Uh), swear to God my mood changed (Uh)
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché (b*tch, uh)
Yeah— Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah)
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh)
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a n*gga, G (Yeah)
Ridin' on my enemies (Yeah), this my ghetto symphony (Uh, uh, yeah), 'ny
Uh (Uh), uh (Yeah)
Uh (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus: Imogen Heap & Rick James]
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer

[Verse 2: Gunplay & A$AP Rocky]
Whip— Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness
b*tches lickin' and lockin' up my Swishers
Once she blow my whistle, she know it's dismissal
Spread the news, I'm official, now hop out my foreign vessel (Uh)
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war-ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
'Til my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that (Uh)
Black magic on the tires, only I
Roll— Rollin' down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin'
And my chain, it may slow me down, cheer for it
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain, I came to reign from here forward
Still 'noid, so the crib got clear doors
Burnin' planes in my Air Force
And all I can see is Clearports (Uh)
[Chorus: Imogen Heap, Rick James & A$AP Ferg]
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer (Uh)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like André
I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée
Eat 'em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple n*ggas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a little fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzen*gga, toss a n*gga
Like codeine mixed with a 'roid
Slow punch make a n*gga chin collide
f*ck talking, how fast you could grip a nine?
Damn
Look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherf*ckers that commit to crime
These n*ggas had the sidewalk sippin' wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq' so I soak in, lift and shine
Tip-tip and toe, I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my n*ggas died
So and so, n*ggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many times your eyes seen a n*gga die?
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, n*gga
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