Mez Monte Carlo Lyrics
Monte Carlo by Mez
[Verse 1]
Comish', what it do?
What they want from, what they want from me and all my niggas tho?
Raleigh, North Carolina, we knocking down the door
East Coast and Southern flow, whenever I feel as tho
Never no point in imitating I was thinking yall should know
I grew up watching them Chevys bending corners, awesome glow
Candy paint and leather seats and wood grain finish on all the doors
And Jordans on pretty women, bad girls, Lord knows
Cookouts on the block was 'bout equivalent to award shows
Now I see that coming, oh, enemies build rapport so
When they see me, it won't make em feel it all in they torso
Even though they should cause nothing changed, but the numbers on my door so
If you thinking bitter with me, you foreclosed
Young King Mezatron, ready for war, my sword shows
Back to back platinum plaques on my wall, in my dreams, how my decor go
After that back to rap, good with all my cream and my reward tho
I'mma be reinvesting, pay attention, these is lessons from a King boy
[Scratches]
[Verse 2]
What they want from, what they want from me and all my niggas tho?
All we thinking is get that dough, never what they taught us, that's all we know
If you throwing hands, understand, you better not hit that floor
Pocket full of cash, in your pants you better not let that show
If you pride your intellect, then I suggest you just let that glow
Cause in the world we living in, if you suppress it you will not blow
Stokley Carmichael resemble, my mental and sentences leave my dental
So you be stuck with my pencils, mementos, because I'm passionate
Fly as well, something you never should try to sell
They often do, but when you be imitating homie I can tell
We call the crew, women with Gucci, Louie V, or in Chanel
Always gaining interest in us, guess we good investments, well
How could you blame em tho? Its expected tho, where did I change the flow
And game em tho, I got it perfected, that's any lane I go
Only hang with kings, very few in this world
But I know I'm worthy of my title, if you may not know
[Scratches]
Comish', what it do?
What they want from, what they want from me and all my niggas tho?
Raleigh, North Carolina, we knocking down the door
East Coast and Southern flow, whenever I feel as tho
Never no point in imitating I was thinking yall should know
I grew up watching them Chevys bending corners, awesome glow
Candy paint and leather seats and wood grain finish on all the doors
And Jordans on pretty women, bad girls, Lord knows
Cookouts on the block was 'bout equivalent to award shows
Now I see that coming, oh, enemies build rapport so
When they see me, it won't make em feel it all in they torso
Even though they should cause nothing changed, but the numbers on my door so
If you thinking bitter with me, you foreclosed
Young King Mezatron, ready for war, my sword shows
Back to back platinum plaques on my wall, in my dreams, how my decor go
After that back to rap, good with all my cream and my reward tho
I'mma be reinvesting, pay attention, these is lessons from a King boy
[Scratches]
[Verse 2]
What they want from, what they want from me and all my niggas tho?
All we thinking is get that dough, never what they taught us, that's all we know
If you throwing hands, understand, you better not hit that floor
Pocket full of cash, in your pants you better not let that show
If you pride your intellect, then I suggest you just let that glow
Cause in the world we living in, if you suppress it you will not blow
Stokley Carmichael resemble, my mental and sentences leave my dental
So you be stuck with my pencils, mementos, because I'm passionate
Fly as well, something you never should try to sell
They often do, but when you be imitating homie I can tell
We call the crew, women with Gucci, Louie V, or in Chanel
Always gaining interest in us, guess we good investments, well
How could you blame em tho? Its expected tho, where did I change the flow
And game em tho, I got it perfected, that's any lane I go
Only hang with kings, very few in this world
But I know I'm worthy of my title, if you may not know
[Scratches]