Lyrics:
? two arms?
Have another and another
Our God says:
"there ain't no other!"
Our God says
"it's all okay!"
Our God says
"this is the way!"
It says in
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
the divine in myself
I know you think I'm out my mind and act like you wanna help
You wanna know how it felt to be portrayed as saintly
When behind the scenes
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
gets, the more the shadows come out
I'm impolite, outright, 'til the dust I bite
Ridin' tight late night, I ain't stop at the light
Boy, I'm T.N.T. yeah
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
a couple scenes
Acting like in love with the
Art but in reality
Things ain’t really what it seems
Post some pics then you get weird
No talk to me so things
When the track gets wrecked in sesh
And blessed with a touch a class
Bullshit ill have to pass
No mumbling round here
Its only the best of bars a class
boy, you will get out of it
The energy released comes back, there is no doubt of it
So when you thrive to connive and contrive foolish deeds
This
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
I owe it to keep on going
Like a life of the bars don't cease
I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm
this music ain't poppin'
Bout to win the race and, boy, I'm still walkin'
Who are you to think that you got it
Look at me, man, I am not stoppin'
In
This here's a race course
While I chase the bread, see biscuits, become a race horse
Made for it, handle controls, like a gameboy
The rain poured since I
don't blame em'
Ion' really blame em', cause when you this high, it feel like you levitating
Ain't no southpaw, but I'm coming from the left
Ima' hit em'
Aymock
Big C.O on the beat
Hey Yung Carti I noticed you guys were out for the weekend
I'm still on that new track right
Well I guess I could send it
rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do
Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it
from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak
Out Like What You Stepping For?
Been on my grind ain't loosing track of time it ain't no messing up
Fall back if you fake
The real ones stepping up
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping Cristal, Moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler,
head up and stick yo chest out
And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out
I hit the scene like po-po's
In the four door chevrolet, we gas
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
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