It's A Beautiful Thing - Roosh Williams, Action Bronson

Realest muthafucker in the building at the moment

Kids are parking lot pimpin' but their whips are getting stolen

If you reap it then you sow it, plant the seed you gotta grow it

Bite the hand that writes the checks and guarantee you will get broke-en

Catch me on my grizzy ridin all throughout the city

Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel the pressure bout to hit me

Shit it’s a beautiful struggle, but you move in the rubble

And over time you learn exactly what to do in the huddle,

From losing a couple of people relevant to my raising

To taking a gut full of punches and fucking hitting the pavement

I’m growin' accustomed to madness, fallin' in love with the Mayhem

Go season the baby back ribs, stick em in the oven and bake em

I’m eatin' good tonight, ain’t got no dilemmas

Gon' text one of my ex’s and get some V for Vendetta

Sippin' champagne with my dinner, fill the campaign with some winners

Roosh and Bronsolini fresher than the landscape out these pictures

Mother fucker

Hand up out the window, screamin death to chivalry

Smokin' on a sweet, what a beautiful delivery

Swangin' two seaters while I’m drankin' 2 liters

Rockin' Nike sneakers finna scoop the new Adidas

Baby you act like you’ve seen us, and shit you probably have

Backhand them like Venus, put that beat in body bags, playa

And at the end of the day

I kick my feet up on the table it’s a beautiful thing

Everyday you can catch me in Queens baby it’s nothing

Money discussion, cigars lit…

Gold ??

sittin' on the floor like a bum, nap time

The blanky was a black nine

Dove off the top of the yacht liner

Perfect 10 from the Judge from China

Sweatpants, one leg up, St. John’s jersey

Artest, I’m an ar-tiste

See me bettin' on the dogs down in Palm Beach

With any amount of paper in my arms reach

I am that mother fucker, that’s what the cards read

Smoke 100 percent, you smokin' yard weed

Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook

I’m a crook, never play by the book, you can tell by my look

Damn it’s been a short time comin'

But you can find me on the coast drinkin' port wine cousin

I leave the crib to the J-O

Hat tipped, eyes stay low, Williams on the pay roll, lady

She said her name but I don’t ask what she came fo'

I’m just tryina take her to the places that she can’t go.

Head

Covered in Kangol, swangin' the Civic, pimpin

I promise I’m on a mission, preparing a master plan

And when it comes to fruition, I bet you idiots listen

I guess it’s just all contingent on what they get out the man

But dog I’m keepin' the lettuce lit, divin' in to the wettest chick

Without no scuba yeah, sign the check with the feather tip

Make it look effortless, dust away all the evidence

Ever since adolescence I’ve had a magical presence, bitch

So lemme just rip this shit, run up on anybody

Deuces chucked and funky salutations to my Kimosabe

I’m breathin' breath, livin life up in the eagles nest

Keepin' it movin' just workin waitin to see what’s next