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the next best thing - toki wright lyrics

[hook]:
now i don’t really care what you heard this year
but the next best thing is standin’ right here
copped a new record and put it in your ear
stopped from you textin’ and put it in the air
now i don’t give a f-ck if you got a full cup
better throw that sh-t out or drank that sh-t up
from now on every year is my year
yes the next best thing is standin’ right here

[verse one]:
you dealin’ with a full frontal three card monte
seen a lot of rappers but don’t see n0body
unless you with the core or the guardians beside me
unless you ill three, trama or my man ali
did a lot of rap shows, scratched a little cash flow
playin’ with so many toy soldiers call me hasbro
gettin’ plenty tired of these double crossin’ -ssh0l-s
slap ’em have ’em talkin’ to themselves like they satchmo
blow the h-rns for the four alarm colonel storm
my coat of arms stuck to plenty jawns in your dorm
it’s not adhesive see it’s something like magnetism
shout to the graph writers i support vandalism
spray the walls, car stalls, bomb hard
on the yard, run long from the dogs
stay far from that long arm law
but that’s on y’all, sh-t your boy can’t draw
i paint a picture and a picture’s worth a thousand words
stayed in the ‘burbs pimpin’ i done heard a thousand slurs
they on the ghetto curb i done heard a thousand birds
love to my double dutchin’ girls with a thousand turns
i went to harry high right off the meetin’ block
and i’m a thrift store king, love when the boosters shop
there’s plenty girls up in the club, frontin’ super hot
but they got mo’ c-cks in ’em then a rooster flock
i read an article that said that i am a hype man
i ain’t a hype man f-cker i’m a live band
so you know where to stick the catheter
the first minnesota rapper that has ever toured in africa

[verse two]:
shout to the revolutionaries and the organizers
love to the b-boys and no love for the raw suppliers
i got love for all my project boys and
i know we’d stop pitchin’ if they’d stop shippin’ in the poison
shout to all the lovely girls in the house
go and get your lovely girls out they house
cause y’all the type to turn a hard head silly
and underground rap be hard neck city
from the home of jimmy, jerry and the last lynchin’
from the home of prince, dylan and collapsed bridges
when the winter come gotta get your slow plow
brothers be like, “oh sh-t!”
others be like “oh ya!”
we in the woods we keep it sharper than a pine needle
you sound dumb like when folk be yellin’ at blind people
i tell ya now that i’m a hard act to follow
cause every word i got connect like eye brows on frida kahlo
i heard a sucker say that i should put my pack away
shave my head, grow a curl spray and activate
you must’ve tripped over your rock and fell and cracked your brain
i’d rather fall asleep on the block rockin’ platinum chains
i roll with fly girls, shouts to the indigenous
i’m down with los naive, k!llin’ all the pilgrim sh-t
i got plenty quotables you can play ’em back
must be out your f-ckin’ mind thinkin’ that i’mma pay to rap
i read an article that said that i’m a hype man
i ain’t no hype man stupid i’m a live band
though you might see me host a show
you can guess who’s the next best in line that’s supposed to
{explosion}

- toki wright lyrics

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