Casey Lee Blaze Lyrics

Blaze Lyrics

Feat. Rah Digga, Joy Bryant

 

 

 [Casey Lee] 

 The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E 

 Early twenties, girls by the twenties 

 Rims buy 'em twenty, never gin slide me Henny 

 Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin' semis 

 Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, "Come and Get Me" 

 Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P 

 

 [Rah Digga] 

 Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV 

 I ain't cop your album got it off the MP3 

 But it's hot though take it from another emcee 

 That's what I'm tryna be 

 

 [Casey Lee] 

 Shorty it's the M-O-N-E-Y 

 My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D 

 My passion for poetry and parting from poverty 

 Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery 

 

 [Rah Digga] + (Joy Bryant) 

 Heh, ain't really sweatin' you brother, we tryna parlay see 

 (I heard A&R was short for armed robbery) 

 I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery 

 

 [Casey Lee] 

 All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty 

 Shorty holla, come on 

 

 The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (*repeat 8X*) 

 

 [Casey Lee] + (Joy Bryant) 

 If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators 

 Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders 

 CD so hot you gotta play hot potato 

 And Primo won't even take me out with the fader 

 Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica 

 You know the action, get planes built to go there 

 (What about your Grammy?) 

 Got it chillin' at my mother's crib 

 Right next to the Golden Globe 

 For actin' like I give a fuck 

 

 [Rah Digga] 

 What you talkin' 'bout? Diamond life, you livin' it 

 Benji's, Bentley's, your cash flow is infinite 

 

 [Casey Lee] 

 But you know there's more to life than videos 

 They're different 

 Cali is where it's at 

 And that's a wrap, my lip I'm zippin' it 

 

 The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (*repeat 8X*)