[Intro: Purple Tape Nate]
Light shines above
Tires peeled (Skrrt)
Jewelry around the neck of a thug
Juug’s made (Makin' plays)
Eyes covered in shades, designs and braids
Gilded age (Golden Age, baby), the redirected rage, prowling across the stage
It’s a new age and it all happens when niggas rap (Niggas rap)
Barbara's son, little Reggie raps
When niggas rap
[Verse: Purple Tape Nate]
Deep inside your mind, paint a picture
Echo through the time like a scripture (Forever)
High and all reclined on some pimp shit
Style up every line, rap supremist
Stack a lot of Gs, that the premise in these Star Wars, I phantom and I menace
Benz rims twist, scoop her in an instant
Big body, yeah, I turned her to a gymnast
Did her so good, called me a feminist (Thank you)
You geeked up off the shit that I've been did
Splendid, resplendent, his eminence, sometimes I just sit in remembrance
Of all the thorough niggas gone, now it's bitch shit
Wearing Japanese on me like I'm Rembrandt
CD bulldog to the finish
Some of my niggas pimped, but I didn’t
I ain’t make it this far unblemished
Shout out all the street chemists
I spoke deep wild thoughts, she was into it
It's safe to assume that we intimate (It's simple)
And it's intricate, slap the shit out of a beat, ooh, you pimpin' Ish
I’m Purple Tape Nate, seal a corny niggas fate
I pull up wearing diamonds at the pearly gates
Told my niggas, "I’m sorry that I’m late"
Royal radical in pics gripping snakes
Brawl tactical, my finger's on your fate
In a ménage, two queens, drew an ace
If I’m coming to her town she mark the date (Ooh)
Bitch look like a seven-layer cake
Hotline blinging like I’m Drake (Ooh)
Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m smooth, it’s my fate
Paradise draped, all my bars laced so you know I’m straight
And my jewels is juicy like some grapes
Maple Ghostface’s and the soles is crepe
Ooh, amore Portuguese, I text her pictures of the tickets, let’s escape
Empty threats, his G card is fake
I gleam gold stitches in my jeans
She said it's like I stepped out her dream (Staring out her dream)
Constellation crowned, we the cleanest
Scooping money out the pot like it’s cheese dip
Why you worried how another mans jeans fit? (Weirdo)
Oh word, he a genius?
Mm, I bet he heard Purple Tape Nate though
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
