Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight

(Own it, own it, own it) Play that shit, stay in it, uh Oh, just tell me you want it Take a whole damn plate of it Baby, save that shit I'm ready and waiting 'Cause who could love like me? Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Knowing your body, talk about how

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood All of my niggas get down like what Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood! My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines I say, "stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine" Why them niggas always force you to take it

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm

Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina I get lost

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye No it's not up for debate Like a dinner a lot on my plate I'm trapped in my mind on a date Can you feel it, aye? I been lost for days, stuck in my brain Like reptilian, cold heart that I'm carrying Fell off with every man, tryna

Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ay yo I been on, bitch you been con I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialing Nicki, like the Prince song I been on, bitch you been con Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft Plates say 'Chung-Li' drop the

Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take? Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers Why

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

Yeah, I hear voices all the time I hear voices I hear voices like My dad sayin', "Work that job But don't work your life away" And mama tellin' me to drop some cash In the offerin' plate on Sunday And granddad sayin', "You can have a few But don't ever