Cyhi The Prynce Legend Lyrics
Legend by Cyhi The Prynce
(Is there something that I should know?)
Yeah
(I wish that you would tell me so)
(Don't keep me in the dark)
CyHi (don't suspect, sho nuff straight from the heart)
The God
Your bitch dig my fresh on some la di da di shit
She always on her knees like my Abu Dhabi bitch
Miss Capone with my uncle Tone and Maserati Rick
Jimmy Henchman the only ones who could probably body this
Feel like I did twenty, came home stuck in 96'
Never dropped a dime like Tiny Archibald comin' off the pick
How can y'all forget?
All the albums I done did
I'm a artist with no felonies, can't tell me I'm not legit
I've been spittin' real since reel to reel and floppy disk
I can see why all the copywriters try to copy this
My girls say I'm hardly home
I get paid to rock these poems
Kick this shit off the dome
Like that Ronda Rousey chick
Black Conor McGregor, no losses under my records
But if I did and I see you again I'm coming to wreck ya
Treadmillin', I been running from karma forever
Legs killin'
But I know that the Lord is my shepherd
Lamb peelin'
I just quote songs when I'm under pressure
Best feelin' when you know God won't come to your rescue
Just chillin'
I be speakin' in parables
Pulled a strap from up under my arm
Like it's parachute
Tryna steal these pair of shoes
Shh y'all wanna hear some scary news?
It's eight o'clock, my partner just sprayed the block
Now he got the whole neighborhood hot
Thanks a lot
I'm with a Heather B and a Tracy G
Tryna sway the cop, I laid the plot
Told him he was next door at Jason's spot
That's the send off nigga
We was bad like Mike Jack with the shin guards, nigga
Thoughts go through my brain like a pinball, nigga
You got your style off my style you a spin-off, nigga
Barry Sanders
Two belts to carry hammers
Talking guns, boy, I gotta house full, I'm Danny Tanner
I was the driver for the hitmans and Sammy Sam has
Heard plenty stories about kidnappers and healthy ransoms
Ambulance'll pick you up, better hope that your family answers
Lost a couple fights to 'em but still I'm fairly handsome
In Atlanta I swear I done fucked like every dancer
Off every word, my mouth red like cherry Fanta
Hail Mary, I'm Makaveli with every stanza
This note is a gift, written sincerely, Santa
The Legend (the legend, the legend, the legend)
Legends are born, they are not made
And their names will live on for the rest of our lives
Yeah
I'm a legend, uh
I been a nigga in my town since I was seven
I'm a legend, yes
Even when I'm not in Stone Mountain, I feel the presence
I'm a legend
Before I started sellin' pounds of that lettuce
Before I had them twenties mounted on the Chevy, yeah
Today if God decide to send me back to heaven
Back when the Dolphins had Marino
I had thoughts of palominos
Puttin' my broad in Valentinos
I started baggin' dinos
My partner used to drop his mama off at Bingo
Now we back to clockin' C notes
We want the bread
We even tried to rob the Kinko's
'Cause we heard they had a lotta paper
Can't sleep like I had twenty cappuccinos
Hope my past don't come back to haunt me like when Benny capped Pacino
Black Latinos
Bags of gasolino
Catch a bird to Oakland then we flyin' back to Reno
Some of y'all didn't catch the lingo
This is real trap shit
Keep the calculator like I'm 'bout to do a math quiz
Put the mustard on the turkey bag, that's how we wrap shit
Before I did the rap shit, coulda been a draft pick
Rather hit a fast lick, always had a bad bitch
Who left me for a rich nigga
'Cause I never had shit
But once she see how green the grass is
She'll be running back, after she done had kids
But can you blame her?
You see all that swag, bitch?
Look at what my dad did
He raised a motherfuckin' legend
I been that nigga in my town since I was seven
I'm a legend
Even when I'm not in Stone Mountain, I feel the presence
I'm a legend
Before I started sellin' pounds of that lettuce
Before I had them twenties mounted on that Chevy
Today if God decide to send me back to heaven
I'm motherfucking legend
Yeah
(I wish that you would tell me so)
(Don't keep me in the dark)
CyHi (don't suspect, sho nuff straight from the heart)
The God
Your bitch dig my fresh on some la di da di shit
She always on her knees like my Abu Dhabi bitch
Miss Capone with my uncle Tone and Maserati Rick
Jimmy Henchman the only ones who could probably body this
Feel like I did twenty, came home stuck in 96'
Never dropped a dime like Tiny Archibald comin' off the pick
How can y'all forget?
All the albums I done did
I'm a artist with no felonies, can't tell me I'm not legit
I've been spittin' real since reel to reel and floppy disk
I can see why all the copywriters try to copy this
My girls say I'm hardly home
I get paid to rock these poems
Kick this shit off the dome
Like that Ronda Rousey chick
Black Conor McGregor, no losses under my records
But if I did and I see you again I'm coming to wreck ya
Treadmillin', I been running from karma forever
Legs killin'
But I know that the Lord is my shepherd
Lamb peelin'
I just quote songs when I'm under pressure
Best feelin' when you know God won't come to your rescue
Just chillin'
I be speakin' in parables
Pulled a strap from up under my arm
Like it's parachute
Tryna steal these pair of shoes
Shh y'all wanna hear some scary news?
It's eight o'clock, my partner just sprayed the block
Now he got the whole neighborhood hot
Thanks a lot
I'm with a Heather B and a Tracy G
Tryna sway the cop, I laid the plot
Told him he was next door at Jason's spot
That's the send off nigga
We was bad like Mike Jack with the shin guards, nigga
Thoughts go through my brain like a pinball, nigga
You got your style off my style you a spin-off, nigga
Barry Sanders
Two belts to carry hammers
Talking guns, boy, I gotta house full, I'm Danny Tanner
I was the driver for the hitmans and Sammy Sam has
Heard plenty stories about kidnappers and healthy ransoms
Ambulance'll pick you up, better hope that your family answers
Lost a couple fights to 'em but still I'm fairly handsome
In Atlanta I swear I done fucked like every dancer
Off every word, my mouth red like cherry Fanta
Hail Mary, I'm Makaveli with every stanza
This note is a gift, written sincerely, Santa
The Legend (the legend, the legend, the legend)
Legends are born, they are not made
And their names will live on for the rest of our lives
Yeah
I'm a legend, uh
I been a nigga in my town since I was seven
I'm a legend, yes
Even when I'm not in Stone Mountain, I feel the presence
I'm a legend
Before I started sellin' pounds of that lettuce
Before I had them twenties mounted on the Chevy, yeah
Today if God decide to send me back to heaven
Back when the Dolphins had Marino
I had thoughts of palominos
Puttin' my broad in Valentinos
I started baggin' dinos
My partner used to drop his mama off at Bingo
Now we back to clockin' C notes
We want the bread
We even tried to rob the Kinko's
'Cause we heard they had a lotta paper
Can't sleep like I had twenty cappuccinos
Hope my past don't come back to haunt me like when Benny capped Pacino
Black Latinos
Bags of gasolino
Catch a bird to Oakland then we flyin' back to Reno
Some of y'all didn't catch the lingo
This is real trap shit
Keep the calculator like I'm 'bout to do a math quiz
Put the mustard on the turkey bag, that's how we wrap shit
Before I did the rap shit, coulda been a draft pick
Rather hit a fast lick, always had a bad bitch
Who left me for a rich nigga
'Cause I never had shit
But once she see how green the grass is
She'll be running back, after she done had kids
But can you blame her?
You see all that swag, bitch?
Look at what my dad did
He raised a motherfuckin' legend
I been that nigga in my town since I was seven
I'm a legend
Even when I'm not in Stone Mountain, I feel the presence
I'm a legend
Before I started sellin' pounds of that lettuce
Before I had them twenties mounted on that Chevy
Today if God decide to send me back to heaven
I'm motherfucking legend