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Promise Video (MV)




Performed By: Ursa the Chef
Length: 3:01
Written by: A. Krasner, B. Rosenblum




Ursa the Chef - Promise Lyrics




Goin' postal
I'm goin postal
Goin' hard with all my shit, like I know I'm supposed to
Goin' coastal
We goin' coastal
We goin' to the top, I promise that I thought I told you

I'm slayin' all these other rappers in my way
I just act like they don't matter, you can see it on my face
Yeah, the stacks been gettin fatter, yeah we out here gettin paid
This the start of chapter 2, we still whippin' down PCH, hey

We be zoomin' out in Zuma
Rockin' Puma
Velour pockets, got it boomin'
Not on my team, then you not included
Never do sneak, I'm what the truth is
Puff on da Green, then he produce it
Chillin on Pic-, that's where the booth is
When the booze oozin' got it loosened

This that shit (This that what?)
This that shit (This that yeah)
This that late night witta forty and a zip
This that 3AM and pull up, got lil shorty in the whip
Thought I cared 'bout what they said, but I never gave a shit

Remember the days when they wouldn't say shit
Tell me what you see when you look at the kid
Been in the kitch, can you cook with the kid?
Pull up witta bib
You a rook to the kid
Understood why you shook off the kid
Flow wetter than a brook in dis bitch
Took every nook that he could to get put in this bitch
Never been one to give f*cks if he burnin a bridge
Like yuh
Mind your own business, stop askin' me what?
Knew that I'd get it, felt it in my gut
Now we be wetter than blunts
Runnin' the city like Hunt
Kareem of the crop
Harder than Harden, don't flop
Barely been started, but now the crowd want it, they beggin' to drop
Jump in the ocean while holdin' my nuts, ugh, yeah
We be zippin' by the Bay
With your bae
Sippin D'USSÉ
Chillin with Jane
Crème brûlé
Cuz I'm the chef at the end of the day
Cub in the cut by the way
Crush indica to the face
Coulda went slower, but shit I went harder
This be my life so I say... ugh

This that shit, ugh
This that shit
This that late night witta forty and a zip
This that 3AM and pull up, got lil shorty in the whip
Thought I cared bout what they said, but I never gave a shit

Goin' postal
I'm goin' postal
Goin' hard with all my shit, like I know I'm supposed to
Goin' coastal
We goin' coastal
We goin' to the top, I promise promise promise
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Goin' postal
I'm goin postal
Goin' hard with all my shit, like I know I'm supposed to
Goin' coastal
We goin' coastal
We goin' to the top, I promise that I thought I told you

I'm slayin' all these other rappers in my way
I just act like they don't matter, you can see it on my face
Yeah, the stacks been gettin fatter, yeah we out here gettin paid
This the start of chapter 2, we still whippin' down PCH, hey

We be zoomin' out in Zuma
Rockin' Puma
Velour pockets, got it boomin'
Not on my team, then you not included
Never do sneak, I'm what the truth is
Puff on da Green, then he produce it
Chillin on Pic-, that's where the booth is
When the booze oozin' got it loosened

This that shit (This that what?)
This that shit (This that yeah)
This that late night witta forty and a zip
This that 3AM and pull up, got lil shorty in the whip
Thought I cared 'bout what they said, but I never gave a shit

Remember the days when they wouldn't say shit
Tell me what you see when you look at the kid
Been in the kitch, can you cook with the kid?
Pull up witta bib
You a rook to the kid
Understood why you shook off the kid
Flow wetter than a brook in dis bitch
Took every nook that he could to get put in this bitch
Never been one to give f*cks if he burnin a bridge
Like yuh
Mind your own business, stop askin' me what?
Knew that I'd get it, felt it in my gut
Now we be wetter than blunts
Runnin' the city like Hunt
Kareem of the crop
Harder than Harden, don't flop
Barely been started, but now the crowd want it, they beggin' to drop
Jump in the ocean while holdin' my nuts, ugh, yeah
We be zippin' by the Bay
With your bae
Sippin D'USSÉ
Chillin with Jane
Crème brûlé
Cuz I'm the chef at the end of the day
Cub in the cut by the way
Crush indica to the face
Coulda went slower, but shit I went harder
This be my life so I say... ugh

This that shit, ugh
This that shit
This that late night witta forty and a zip
This that 3AM and pull up, got lil shorty in the whip
Thought I cared bout what they said, but I never gave a shit

Goin' postal
I'm goin' postal
Goin' hard with all my shit, like I know I'm supposed to
Goin' coastal
We goin' coastal
We goin' to the top, I promise promise promise
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Writer: A. Krasner, B. Rosenblum
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