GLASSHOUSE (feat. Miles Karter & Brew Lewis)
Aphro Sensei
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I'm highly favored Smokin several different flavors Gettin faded, in an elevator While I count my paper Out in Vegas, it's celebration All my women waiting They impatient, but they love me When they see me, it feel like I'm graduating How you hating, when the work you putting out is underrated Say my grace, like when it's time the eat And then I clear my plate, F*ck running late I'm wit the faktory, got hella pies to bake Cake on your face, from all the stupid sacrifes that you make Aint no mistakes All them lessons keep the blessings in my section I need a wife, the type that keep me calm when I be stressing My word is bond, I vow to hold it down, and that's forever By staying true, just know I got your back if we together Live the realest quote, never sell your soul Only share light wit people that'll help you harness gold Build them bridges strong Aint no tag alongs or vision loss Put my niggas on, optics that'll keep the mission spawned It go Elon 4 wheelers for more scrilla Fish in a small pond killer, the sharks wit us This for the flip, on God Thinking they slick We never slip on squad What you think they got the grip on for? East reppin Niggas shook in the seats sweating Told ya bitch, cut it out, like a C-section Reppin self, still rising outta C-section Niggas whole life runners So I don't stress it It's go time Cop, and flip the rock when we roll time Billy 'Bama shooters, and roll tides Moving like we suited wit bow ties Thinking all this rap is a movie Til them niggas put a clip in your co-sign So imma let 'em rap Bout the money, power, respect Checking TV Johnny numbers From my Lebanese connect I bless you wit some pack Or finesse you wit some stress It's $tay $aved Certain messages can't never leave the set Grand marnier , swithing lanes, countin hunnits 2 many phone calls, trap phone bussin Kick stand buggin Said damn pa im sick of fuckin Text the next friend, her best friend she been suckin Deep fried ;red eyes nigga we smoke different G ride, since knee high watch for the honda civic Double cupped ;double drunk drop her a double nut Triple dat, triple stack had to rock triple black Seen big bro do this shit so whats the point to flex years later shit still fucked, look like ya boy next Just a hop, skip, n a jump, baby get over it, ya last man trash he wack ill sink his battle ship Bean town Boogie, hit Jack tell em its hands week Stomp a mud hole in they ass us all my hands feet Sip turkey meals thru a straw for bout a damn week Stepping on the neck of you niggas wont hear a damn peep
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Written by: Tre’Sean Braxton, Christian Lewis, Miles Karter
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