Lyrics:
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away sanity
Giving up to vanity
While falling in love with the mystery
Falling for the mysteries
Trading away
I'm back in my zone
Yeah yeah
Young king, stay on the hustling ting
Not everyday hustling tings
Had 1K in my forex trading account
Every month I'm
shiny, square pets! (ring, ring gong)
Trading with friends (ring)
It never ends (gong)
I'll never own (ring)
Duped pets or clones
Dark zone and spells
King Killa above ya'll
Going to quit? Hell Nah
Walk on by
Cops or Ops So-Low is to the top
And I ain't never trading spots
Walk on by
Never fall, King
a ticket - visit my father
Pivot my direction - a career offer
Chasing richness - those mighty dollars
Viscous business trading labor for paper
Slave
when I make my songs I be in my zone
And I'm up right now
And I'm up right now
I remember them days when they played my songs wanna turn me off
And now
that's on my mind as I go
Yeah, you - I separated by them time zones (Oh)
All these time zones
I'm sick of trading places with you baby (I'm zoned)
I took
zone three
And they paying what i ask for bitch ain't shit for free
You ain't see me in a while i been gone for weeks
Gotta keep yo cards up these niggas
you trade it all, trading places
Late in the midnight hour
You made the worst decisions
I was always there to listen
Not this time
Let me talk
still you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But still you failed
I stay on the 64 squares, while controlling the center
Trading space from
the pain away
And get in my own zone where I want to be alone for solo
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?
Might blast my tracks of an EP's into album
Said I'm sick and sick and tired of this coronavirus
Got this mask on I'll still blast on the zone
listen, she trading her panties
I'm copping a sheet, trading em xannies
My bitch a foreign, your bitch a Camry
Up in my zone nobody can stop me
I'm taking
Trading blows with these other rappers like Nagasaki
I’m getting better you’d be a fool if you tried to stop me
The way I paste these bars no wonder they
Don’t want love no more
I’m trading in my heart for these bands
Yeah I’m fine with what I got
No I don’t need no new friends
You know I’ma act a fool
the best
I'll flex hard on you
This type of shit is scary
This shit like got me anticipated
Don't know if you ready
Ready
Can't wait till we trading
Your
in the zone
I done touched down in the city
Crank man on deck turn the beat up (turn the beat up)
Nigga I'm cold like freeza (freeze)
Still turn
Hook
Aint gotta worry bout Signing a Contract, Thank God for the Stock Market,
Verse
Part of a Trading Fraternity,
Bitch dont test my
so on earth
Let it be so on earth
Let it be so on earth
Bridge:
We're trading our comfort zones
For open hearts and open homes
Let it be so on earth
lottery
It's hard to believe the city started as a trading post
Home to the Seminole, pirate and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old
Crispy with this urge to phone into
The nosmoking zone of stainless steel
Tokyo me and big white dog got
To hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi out
still you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But still you failed
I stay on the 64 squares, while controlling the center
Trading space from
call it luck
Why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a track-star, running through life
Chasing my dream
Best deal I made was trading the
Mic for that
the astral zone
It made me feel so alone
It made me wanna fly
Home
Shifting shadows
Trading tones of darkness
Meet me in wellington
Meet me halfway
Meet me in
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