Search results for 'star tracker'

Pop a Perky, get to fucking like a porn star
Put a tracker on the pussy,  call me OnStar
I just text her when I want it
 we don't do phone calls
I can call off and stay home,  bae
 I'm my own boss

Baby, don't be shy, come and take a ride
I am nothing like them other guys
I am super fly not the one who play on TV
But the one in real life
Come and take a ride
You ain't never gotta lie to me
You ain't gotta be shy with me
None of these niggas fly as me
I just want you to ride with me
Private jets in the sky with me
My sex drive make you proud of me
But you can't get a part of me
Excuse me, miss, pardon me

Pop a Perky, get to fucking like a porn star
Put a tracker on the pussy, call me OnStar
I just text her when I want it
We don't do phone calls
I can call off and stay home, bae
I'm my own boss
Pop a Perky, get to fucking like a porn star
Put a tracker on the pussy, call me OnStar
I just text her when I want it
We don't do phone calls
I can call off and stay home, bae
I'm my own boss

Yeah i got the money and the power
Feel like the world is ours
Pop the Percocet, I'm gone for a couple hours
They say I'm powered up
I'm feeling like the Energizer
See, I done stole her heart
I'm something like a burglarizer
I'm blazin', I'll put your ho on rotation
She brought her best friend
They cutting up on vacation
She got her ass out, I brought them racks out
I turned the mansion into a trap house
Trap, trap, yeah

Pop a Perky, get to fucking like a porn star
Put a tracker on the pussy, call me OnStar
I just text her when I want it
We don't do phone calls
I can call off and stay home, bae
I'm my own boss come and take a ride
I am nothing like them other guys
You ain't gotta testify or lie
'Cause I ain't gon' put you in that situation
I'm just glad I made it

I swear they don't breathe oxygen
They don't care if we live or die
Everybody's a potential alien
Toxify the citizens

I grew up next to a river and flowers
Dazzled by the techno-power
Of the silver commander on the TV screen
Safe in a day that will never be

Ed Straker, I'm talking to you
Ed Straker, what did they do to our future
How could have we been so blind
To be so loose with our time
They're getting away with murder
Come and save us Ed Straker
You got the cool
You got the tools

Purple haired girls and angels in the blue sky
Looking out for me and you
Show me a better high

Got em on a star tracker
Got a lock on all attackers
Underground, over water
Deep space, every corner
Oh what an outfit you got, Ed Straker
Come on, come on

Ed Straker, bully for you
With your whisky and soda
And your fist full of cigars
That will never ever kill ya
Ed Straker, I'm talking to you
Ed Straker, what did they do to our future
How could have we been so sick
Now the oceans are plastic

And the storms like hammers
And the heat is scorching
Every animal's running
Every forest aflame
Generations in shame
Space invaders, from the inside we came
It's us to blame

Ed Straker, I'm talking to you
Ed Straker, what did they do to our future
Future, future, future
Ed Straker, I'm talking to you
Ed Straker, what did they do to our future
Future, future, future

Find ...me ...in the forest, we are ready
Si ...lent ...Rangers Guild are we
Keep ...your ...senses keen, protect the Village
Stay ...as ... invisible as the wind

Find ...me ...in the meadow with the mushrooms
Truly Helpful Wilders Guild are we
Gui ...ding ...all our needs into a balance
Care ...takers, restoring harmony

Chorus:Work together
Through fair and frosty weather
As Trackers we understand
That we must caretake our land

Find ...me ...where the earth meets the water
Sal ...ty ...Mariners Guild are we
Look ...up ...to the stars and flow with nature
Sail ...out ... protectors of the sea

Find ...me ...underneath a twi-lit sky
Faith ...ful ...Artisans are we

Keep ...the ...fire burning,
Pages turning
Trust ...us ... to Remember our story
Chorus:Work together
Through fair and frosty weather
As Trackers we understand
That we must caretake our land
As Trackers we understand
That we must caretake our land
Optional Rovers verse:

Find ...me ...blending into shadow trees
Snea ...ky ...Rovers band are we
Wea ...ving ...through the forest on our tip toes
Hush ...now ... we’re never to be seen

Ya eh ya eh ya eh ya eh
Ya eh ya eh okej look
Okej

Uppåt med siktet uppåt med siktet
Jag är den som delar vikten
Skicka folk vänster de följer bara rykten
Då går de ba säga vad du vill mig
Bruka fucka med dem men nu är det så
Jag har min egen wave jag har min egen båt
Jag rullar med mitt lag vi har vårt eget håll
Vi snurrar hela grejen kommer ner ifrån wo uh wah wah

Yo vi har den gode statistik
Rammer som et brag fordi branchen er slidt
Eksploderer som en grov dynamit
Du' min neger til jeg ligger i kisten la' min' drenge være bevis
Ja ja
Ja la' min' drenge være bevis
Ja ja
Drenge være bevis ja ja
Vælter ind i sort og hvid tracker
Rock star mode du ka' kalde det Mick Jagger
Gekk ved min side så det' branchen vi hacker
Frygt i deres øjne og det' derfor de lagger
Og på dem allesammen vi tisser
De ved altså godt at de' nogen fisser
God gyal og god shisha
Og der' ingen stress sammen med señorita

Uppåt med siktet uppåt med siktet
Jag är den som delar vikten
Skicka folk vänster de följer bara rykten
Då går de ba säga vad du vill mig
Bruka fucka med dem men nu är det så
Jag har min egen wave jag har min egen båt
Jag rullar med mitt lag vi har vårt eget håll
Vi snurrar hela grejen kommer ner ifrån wo uh wah wah

Måste tänka på min framtid jag vill dit
Kämpa igenom allt slit jag kan mitt
Men ändå är jag kvar här får jag svar här
Vill inte lämna staden kommer tro jag har där
Men ändå är jag säker på min plats
Kan räkna alla nätter vi har lagt
Jag dedikerar denna till min trakt
Malmö stad link DK det mad
Jag lever ganska street du kan hänga med
Har kommit långt från en grabb som hämta 100g
Nu jag levererar rader som kan gynna mer
Pissluffare vill alltid se oss falla ner de vill se oss falla ner
Men jag klarar det
Kanske stasha lite pengar för jag jagar mer
Satt och hackade i trappan vet de klagade
Vi alla jagar lycka hur länge varar det

Uppåt med siktet uppåt med siktet
Jag är den som delar vikten
Skicka folk vänster de följer bara rykten
Då går de ba säga vad du vill mig
Bruka fucka med dem men nu är det så
Jag har min egen wave jag har min egen båt
Jag rullar med mitt lag vi har vårt eget håll
Vi snurrar hela grejen kommer ner ifrån
Uppåt med siktet uppåt med siktet
Jag är den som delar vikten
Skicka folk vänster de följer bara rykten
Då går de ba säga vad du vill mig
Bruka fucka med dem men nu är det så
Jag har min egen wave jag har min egen båt
Jag rullar med mitt lag vi har vårt eget håll
Vi snurrar hela grejen kommer ner ifrån

Cause a money time 
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)
Eh Tracker dem a wuk eh line 
A money time
(Time)
(Time)
(Time)

(Mhhm)
(Ahhh)

Cause a money time 
Tracker dem a wuk eh line 
Duppy drunk so mi squeeze likkle rum wid lime 
Gyal dem wife up mi fuck dat a hundred time 
And we nuh par wid nuh funny guy 
Yuh nuh see di yute rich yuh mussy fucking blind 
Likkle gyal dat deh pussy a fucking mine 
She wah breed so she tell mi fi come inside 

Out a space like mi come from Mars 
Cash code have a bloodclaat skull pon charge 
Mumma mi clear up yuh throat like halls 
Just make yuh bloodclaat tongue roll pon balls 
Ahhh Muma weh yuh like cars
Pop eh sun roof make yuh reach fi di stars 
Say dem a choppa dat false 
Dem nah drag food like fresh nor walls 

Cah mi client a send 
Bun a frass and den mi cock up Mariah dem 
Mi neva haffi know Ralph fi me buy a Lauran 
Fresh crown blast off and a tires again 
Say dem a banga but watch eh choppa liad a beg 
Kastro di tek sing like choir fah dem 
Gaan a road and a wait fi di dialer ring 
Hello?

They're inside

Pussy
Me nuh join internet war
Pussy dem know man a star
Dem wah seeh me fall
Dem ah try hard but me strong
Catch dem ah road dem ah bawl
Unnuh soft like gyal
When y'ah comment and ah talk pon yuh phone
Me have di K inna mi hand
Alien man, vex true me stay dominant
Unnuh dead from me see unnuh, yuh gone
Pussy phone ah nuh mask
Dawg E-syde have e tracker (tracker)
Ah nuh Snapchat we have gun inna we bag
Clip full up to the top
Me have new song, nuff fi mi fans
No competition, none ah dem cyaan' clash me 
Dah pussy deh know him will lost
Control unnuh camp, nuh mix Skilli up with nuh fag
Gunshot will touch you fi that, lovely

Yuh sih?

I fall in love faster than a NASCAR
That's the reason why, my heart is colder than Alaska
You lookin' for another person in me? Get a tracker
Cryin' in my face while you lyin'? You an actor
I been pullin' strings, can't you see that I'm a Rockstar?

No way 

In my condo countin' up commissary 
cause tomorrow store day

6 in the morning flight to Humboldt County
gotta pick the pack up

This load to big 
cant put it on the plane
it's on a mac truck

Diablo dyno tune 
on a Track Hawk
no they can't catch us

Swap the vin
and go to the white boy on the east
snatch out the trackers

Bitch I feel like tony
really I'm the one who started this

couldn't be looking for me
I be outside
n**** I ain't hard to miss

Peep the cross before it happen
that's why I can't out my heart in shit

Erbody' wanna be that n****
but every team
it's only one star position

And you niggas just be lyin', yeah

Y'all some fuckin' Leos, Smokin' three strands at the same time
That's what you call a trio, I can shoot that bitch without a doubt
Like I shoot for stars, And like Sauce said, don't get it twisted
We can lay up in your yard, Might just do that shit tomorrow

Get the credit off your card, Get the address off your car
I just might walk out with your jaw, on Sauce
My AR so raw, my spray go so raw, Don't let it be the reason that you miss ya whole jaw
Bullets hit you so hard, Bullets hit you so hard

Don't have me sleepin' in your yard, Address to your credit card
Driver's license to your car, Trackers on that bitch tomorrow
These bullets come hard, These bullets hit so hard
Blow em down like trees, Don't need a reason, I make this shit look easy

Free my nigga cheese up out that slammer, I know this shit get greasy
Niggas actin' like they fuck with you, And then they start the leachin'
Tryna get up out the trap, But it's spelled trap for a fuckin' reason
Let the bullets rain so many times, They think it's bullet season

I done climbed so hard to get this far, I swear this shit ain't easy
Hit your chest and make you wheeze, You gon' wish that it was weed
I been blessed, don't need to sneeze, Niggas rats just chasin' cheese
My AR so raw, I swear to God, they sniffed it off me

You niggas actin' tough up on the gram, Get em a coffin
And I'm smokin' COVID killer, That's why I be coughin'
And if Sauce send me the green light, Then I'm shootin' like I'm Spaulding
I'm so raw, My spray go so raw

Don't let it be the reason that you miss your whole jaw
Bullets hit you so hard, Bullets hit you so hard
Don't have me sleepin' in your yard, Address to your credit card
Driver's license to your car, Trackers on that bitch tomorrow

These bullets come hard, These bullets hit so hard
These bullets hit so hard

I fall in love faster than a NASCAR
That's the reason why, my heart is colder than Alaska
You lookin' for another person in me? Get a tracker
Cryin' in my face while you lyin'? you an actor
I been pullin' strings, can't you see that I'm a Rockstar?

Dog high- he
Got some meth in him (Tripping)
Broski got the pints he the
Redman like Meth with it get a bag boy
With Concreatures on a cinder block
Girly cold
And she got potential? I'mma send her out
(Now take these pills)
Five star food in the spot
We selling dinners out
Drip sauce on your main hoe, I'm
'bout to dick her down, nigga
(Bitch)

I'm an Am Tracker, Ten-Oh-Eight saran wrapper
(You know it)
Snatching pills vacuum sealed full
Of graham crackers (Uh, huh)
Hand to hand trapper
Counting up them band rackers (yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking
Like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with
The shell catcher buck fifty in the Kel Tec
Apply some real pressure (Uh)
No seal on the pint- that’s a deal breaker
(Where we at with it?)

(Chorus)

So Many Briccs I can build me a house 
CPNs , Couple trackers and scanners 
Fell in love wit a Trappa, Luh Mama c Scammer 
I got that work in the Trunk like Bama 
I gotta colorful drip like fanta 
Gettin these bags my gift like santa 
I gotta Bang Just Like Im Hammer 
Luh Hoe ct the Hotel , She ct The Hampton 

Just a regular Evening Im Goin to work 
You play with me you get pressed like a shirt
You play  wit me i put you on a shirt 
Playin wit me get popped like a perc 
Whole Lotta Money , I got It out the Dirt 
Wrist Lookin' Icy low degrees alert 
Clown css you should be in the Circ
Bitch its a Party Nxt Door Preach Chuuch

(Vs I)

Playin' and Pluccin Like I was Elvis 
Wrist lookin' Underwater Like Shellfish
Boston Pac , Yeah its Green Like Celtics
Big Boy Guns , Dracs and Kel Tecs
SRT Trac Hawks , and HellCats
Turn Taco Bell you play wit me where da Shells at
I got everything i need in the mail man 

(Bridge)

I put this shit on 
Remind the Times i was off 
Money My Cologne , Got Benjamins Fragrance of Zaa Zaa Is Strong
My Mini Mes,  like Star Wars "cttack of The Clones" 
Memphis Nigga Just Be Thuggin' in Harmony 
We Just Be Thuggin' Like Bone 

(Chorus)

So Many Briccs I can build me a house 
CPNs , Couple trackers and scanners 
Fell in love wit a Trappa, Luh Mama c Scammer 
I got that work in the Trunk like Bama 
I gotta colorful drip like fanta 
Gettin these bags my gift like santa 
I gotta Bang Just Like Im Hammer 
Luh Hoe ct the Hotel , She ct The Hampton 

Just a regular Evening Im Goin to work 
You play with me you get pressed like a shirt
You play  wit me i put you on a shirt 
Playin wit me get popped like a perc 
Whole Lotta Money , I got It out the Dirt 
Wrist Lookin' Icy low degrees alert 
Clown css you should be in the Circ
Bitch its a Party Nxt Door Preach Chuuch

(Vs II)

Run Thru Da City while we in The Vert
Tony Been told us this our universe
Ima Make Me a Killin Go Prepare a Hearse 
Push Button to start No Keys Just to swerve
I put that shit on Supreme Designer Comme Des Garson

(Bridge)

[Intro]
Digital skygger følger mig
Algoritmer kender min vej
Det' usynligt, men jeg ved det er der
Som en dæmon der aldrig slipper mig

[Vers 1]
Yo, de tror de kender mine næste skridt
Systemet har mig fanget, det' blevet for tight
Hver like, hvert klik, de tracker alt jeg gør
Som en digital slange der kvæler før jeg dør
Mine data flyder som en flod af guld
Mens de graver dybere i alt jeg står for

[Omkvæd]
Usynlig kontrol, den styrer alt jeg ser
Jeg danser som en dukke, men hvem er det der ler?

Heading out to Jimmy's house
With his older sister Barbara
Always get a bite to eat
Cos' they got their stock up in the larder
Then we head across the hills
Have a look around the harbour
The girls went to the hairdresser's
The boys went to the barber's
Want no cookies please no cookies
I've got biscuits in my jar
Want no pop corn and I'm not torn
Never been to the cinema
Now we're going round to James's
As he's got a VCR
We're all parked upon the carpet
Looking, watching from afar
You can call me on my house phone
And I'll answer if I'm in
But it's likely that I'm outside
In a forest, in a den
Take the dog back to the quarry
Climb up on those rocks again
No trackers out to track us
Yet the parents staying zen
After heading upstream
Up the track, we're on our bikes
Got no water or no helmet
But we know we'll be alright
We get scratches, we get matches
We fight with all our might
The summer haze, we're catching rays
Until the day turns into night
Take a ploughmans in a beer garden
A pound is what it costs
Hear the bees in all the trees
And Louis being chased by wasps
They got four channels on the TV
White and black that little box
Dukes of Hazard or the A-Team
And I wonder what to watch
Round a campfire in the garden
Hear footsteps on fallen leaves
Calling Jesus sing the chorus
To the forest to the trees
Praying, laying back on cut grass
Gaze upon the golden stars
Holding, back and forth we pass the cup
And puff stolen cigars

Heading out to Jimmy's house
With his older sister Barbara
Always get a bite to eat
Cos' they got their stock up in the larder
Then we head across the hills
Have a look around the harbour
The girls went to the hairdresser's
The boys went to the barber's
Want no cookies please no cookies
I've got biscuits in my jar
Want no pop corn and I'm not torn
Never been to the cinema
Now we're going round to Jame's
As he's got a VCR
We're all parked upon the carpet
Looking, watching from afar
You can call me on my house phone
And I'll answer if I'm in
But it's likely that I'm outside
In a forest, in a den
Take the dog back to the quarry
Climb up on these rocks again
No trackers out to track us
Yet the parents staying zen
After heading upstream
Up the track, we're on our bikes
Got no water or no helmet
But we know we'll be alright
We get scratches, we get matches
We fight with all our might
The summer haze, we're catching rays
Until the day turns into night
Take a ploughmans in a beer garden
A pound is what it costs
Hear the bees in all the trees
And Louis being chased by wasps
They got four channels on the TV
White and black that little box
Dukes of Hazard or the A-Team
And I wonder what to watch
Round a campfire in the garden
Hear footsteps on fallen leaves
Calling Jesus sing the chorus
To the forest to the trees
Praying, laying back on cut grass
Gaze upon the golden stars
Holding, back and forth we pass the cup
And puff stolen cigars

Compulsive recognition 
Come martyr or ascender 

Rise up Rise up 
This is a way 

Scrying angels on bricked iPhones 
To hack corrupted networks 
From blind, promiscuous trackers 
Of sovereign death receptors 
Come with your apocalypse software 
Come with revelation hardware 
Come with speech in jagged verses 
Come with all your forked-tongued curses 
Holding your beliefs and sorrows 
Dressed in long-forgotten tomorrows 
Desperate to create rememberance 
From sandcastles in an hourglass 
And my hands contort around it 
Trying to capture shadows 
Dream-catching for surrender 
Come martyr or ascender 

And rise up 
Rise up Rise up 
This is a way 

I remember your skin 
I remember your scent 
I remember your touch 
I remember our bed 
I remember the sun 
I remember the heat 
I remember the air 
I remember the street 
I remember the stars 
I remember the wine 
I remember the room 
I remember the night 
I remember the moon 
I remember the birds 
I remember the sounds 
I remember the words 
I remember the time 
I remember the path 
I remember the rose 
I remembered to dance 
I remember your name 
I remember my own 
I remember the way 
I remembered to go

Yeah

(Eh eh)
Look at her face she light up the room
(Look at you)
Owning her throne got nothin' to prove
(Yeah)
She's a Goddess yeah I gotta be honest
(Oh she's a queen)
Got em niggas going round her with cold feet
(Beautiful girl)
You're so beautiful
I like that you just know it
(Like it)
You're so beautiful
I like that you just know it
(Like it)

Yeah yeah
I'm going insane
Nigga ain't the same, since I Saw you I swear that
I ain't searching again
Looking at your face
That ain't something to forgot
I don't wanna play
But you know I'm game
Name your price I'm ready and I I'm willing to pay
All the money in the world Never be your worth
But I'd pay a 100 Milli for you anyway
(Pay a milli)
Give you all the damn time baby everyday
That's on everyday cooking I be serving fiends
Got you like a tracker rolling with me everywhere
Curves got me turned
Shawty looking perfect
Body looking edible
Wanna blow your back out
Eat you like that sushi, ngikphathis' okweqanda
Feed you like a baby, then you blow me like a star
Skin popping melanin I call you sunshine
That's why I call her sunshine
(Ouuh)

Look at her face she light up the room
(Look at you)
Owning her throne got nothin' to prove
(Yeah)
She's a Goddess yeah I gotta be honest
(Oh she's a queen)
Got em niggas going round her with cold feet
(Beautiful girl)
You're so beautiful
I like that you just know it
(Like it)
You're so beautiful
I like that you just know it
(Like it)
Lumakii
(Like it)
(Yay yay yay yay)

Uh, posted up with sticks inside the A
Boy, I don't know you, if it's not about money get out my face
I'm still a hooper, not a gangsta, same nigga, ain't nothin' changed
Get off my tip, you postin' bout another man like everyday
I'm puttin' down the mic for months, but now I got some more to say
Stop cliquing up for a single man, cause on my momma that be lame
There's no more cap inside my rap, I advise y'all to do the same
I put my feelings on the mic, anytime I filled up with rage ayy
Anytime I filled up with rage
We crank inside the stu, man
I just freestylin' on this
Ayy, spade
Let's go
Wait, this the same beat
Man haaa
I'm bout to slide on this one too though
Freestyle, slide on this song real quick
There ain't no country livin' too though
I bound to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin' bout the tint
Call me Curry by the way I clutchin up shoot for the win
He got the tracker on his ankle, now he think that he a gangsta
See you slidin in that Honda, gotta hit you with that banger
All these different colored gangs, but I ain't talkin' power rangers
Your partner is on the news, I told that boy I'll make him famous
I'll make him famous
I nut up on her braces now our kids behind them bars
We sent another member to the heaven gates for actin' hard
I fought every opponent who beef with me, put that on god
You gotta treat me different, I'm still traumatized for what I saw
And I can see you through that 5% tinted shoot up the car
You can't be double R, you tryna be gangsta without a rod
He gettin high, call you when you land, he can touch the stars
He pass the clouds, that boy floatin in space, then fly to Mars
I'm the same age as her daughter, but I'm fuckin' on the mother
And don't think I'm tryna force it, cause we fuckin' on each other
And you know I been jumpin' on fences, tryna get out the gutter
Michael Myers, cause we cut throat, slice you with my cutter
Situation get sticky, it's feelin' like some peanut butter
Lil' bruh don't play with me, cause I can stamp, we'll put you under
Got that chopper in the car, every time it's shoot, it sound like thunder
I'd rather die as a man, cause on my mom, I ain't no runner
I ain't no runner
I bound to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin' bout the tint
Call me Curry by the way I clutchin up shoot for the win
He got the tracker on his ankle, now he think that he a gangsta
See you slidin in that Honda, gotta hit you with that banger
All these different colored gangs, but I ain't talkin' power rangers
Your partner is on the news, I told that boy I'll make him famous
I'll make him famous

I know a young man don’t believe in God
He believes that he can beat the odds
He ain’t got a lot of nothing
But he's working hard
Giver not a taker got a lot of heart
Building him a rocket wanna see the stars
He be rhyming while he working yeah he tender bars
And that rocket taking shape but the wing is off
Doesn’t need a lot of things just a little love
Hop up and jump on the clouds
See how he bouncing
Speaks what he sees to the crowd
Watch he move mountains
Hop up and jump on the clouds
See how he bouncing
Speaks what he see to the crowd
Watch he move mountains
He ain’t never want a fast car
He just want to see the planet with her mask off
Got to stay on task dog
Speed demon got to stay on track dog track God
He’ll never drive a Porsche
He's just looking for his portion
Pick your poison
Deep sea breathe the ocean
Like the wave God said
Hype zone on that dopamine
Niggas smoke and dream
Not him he’s wide awake
Taught to watch for the Jake
Bloodhound how to spot a fake
Yeah he got the scent now
Skilled tracker
Long hair like a native man
Brown skin love to sing
And sometimes dance too
No soft shoe
No Sambo action from this dude
He’s the real deal
The real McCoy
Or should I say he’s the real uncle Tom
You niggas got the story wrong
Cause you stupid
You hear something and just use it
Didn’t even take the time to investigate
Black and proud you niggas say but you love to hate
On your kinfolk
Where you learn that
Willie Lynch
Willie Lynch
Big ears but no common sense you niggas dumbo
Wanna trap out trap though
But that trap that’s the trap bro
It’s hard out here for a pimp
Oh yeah I know
Gotta get it how you live it
And I get it
I’m just saying though
You can make better moves
Make your goals more pacific
I mean specific
I know that was outta left
Depending on where you hail from
My people been through hell son
And they still are
My rocket won’t start

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop
And when the fiends hit the corner and they still gonna cop
I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop
I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
I got trackers in my mirror, wanna lift my drop
Too many haters in my area, they talk on what
Washing all my money laundry bags are done
I'm on my way

On my way to the stop, can't stop for the cops
And they try to book twenty, I beat the clock
I race for miles, burn these tires
Each breath I take I count as a blessing
Time is rough won't catch me pouting
I fuck the world, you call like a fountain
You sell intricate shit from your kitchen
Fuck with the white girls you call powder bitches
Power pimpin', these tricks try ta stick my dick in
Which isn't in sync with the street
And move the beat, but I'm cool on my feet
As I walk as the cops run the beat
Every minute I'm alive is a miracle to me
That's why I stay high like birds in the trees
My time ain't up till I'm top on the mountain
In a good life I stay money countin'
I ain't scared, no fear in me
I am what I am, that's clear to see
Success in the air you hear in me
On the road to riches that's my destiny

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop
And when the fiends hit the corner and they still gonna cop
I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop
I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
I got trackers in my mirror, wanna lift my drop
Too many haters in my area, they talk on what
Washing all my money laundry bags are done
I'm on my way

I'm on my way to the top 
Can't stop for these tricks 'cause I'm way too hot, ninety-eight point six
Bring it here, don't touch
Eat your lunch
A nigga like me always early so it's brunch
It takes none to get you done
We so dirty you believe you stunned
Something like the face on Star Trek
May I ain't even get where I'm going yet
When I get there baby, that's oh yes
The way I really see it, ya'll know best
Fake lips, that's what laying out her bets
I just came from off the wall, let's ball
Playin' for it all, don't stall
Shorty get it all, don't crawl
Let me hold you up, don't fall
Need my help at all, just call

I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
Police got me under pressure and I just won't pop
And when the fiends hit the corner and they still gonna cop
I want tail from these bunnies and they sure gon' hop
I'm on my way to the top and I just can't stop
I got trackers in my mirror, wanna lift my drop
Too many haters in my area, they talk on what
Washing all my money laundry bags are done
I'm on my way

I'm that brown boy from the couve
Tracker's on cod
Red steppin in my lubes
Dissin on my guys
Boi whatcha tryna prove
Couple months later
He be missin On the news

Caught him slippin up by Fraser
Now we got him in the back
He was talking hella loud
He wont say it to my gat
She be bussin on my Nina
Got the thirty clip attached
Only time I'm behind
Is when I hit it from the back (Backie)

Patrick star
How I flip the rock
Double up my cup
From Atlanta came my wock (Lean)
Call my girl Piscues
She settin up an Op (Setup)
He comin down to sell some bars
He the only thing that got popped

Ice I'm an iceberg
Titanic how he dropped
VcTak3Over lil bitch
We be headed to the top
We ain't ever gonna stop
Crashed my tesla
Whipped it to fast out the lot (Skrt)
Posted with my big dawg
In the hood he big bird
Ops a bunch of fans
They know my songs word for word
Faded off my drank
Why my words a lil slured
Talking about moving weight
Like a dumbbell he got curled (Grrrrr-ah)

Stay lowkey, Stay about your busniess
Og always told me never leave a witness
Keep the weight on the low
Ain't talking fitness
Don't be movin shady
We ain't fuck wit nun that slick shit

Big bricks
We flip the Chita quick
(Snowing)
Put him on a tee
Now for him they pouring liq
While I'm out boolin in atlanta
Shootin 30 clips (Bap Bap)
Back in the couve
Watch all these ops get flipped

Crookie lined em up
He ain't a barber
Send him up to Mars or farther
Shordie call me daddy
But I ain't her father
(Battery)
Crush it from the back
She can not take it harder
She gona fuck me in a civ
Cuz she still know I'm a baller

She want a jr chicken
I bought that bitch 10
Wasn't even hungry
Did it for her friends (LAH, LAH)
I could see a dumb thot
Without my contact lense
Spent 30 on a lawyer
Coulda bought a fuckin Benz (No cap)

Caught him slippin up by Fraser
Now we got him in the back
He was talking hella loud
He wont say it to my gat
She be bussin on my Nina
Got the thirty clip attached
Only time I'm behind
Is when I hit it from the back (Backie)

Patrick star
How I flip the rock
Double up my cup
From Atlanta came my Wock
Call my girl piscues
She settin up a op
He comin down to sell some bars
He the only thing that got popped

Space pirate EVA pilot
My shell's my hell that I chose to live in
Growth don't exist
Total eclipse
Laws of the land, and it's no forgiveness
Top ramen on the barge
Still in charge
I got bounties on the board
Outlaws in the stars
She keep texting me, it's stressing me
I need to land and terraform
Make a space that's out of space
It's irony in rarest form
Dump the tracker on a moon and disconnect
Plot a course that's off the course
Where there's no room to intersect
I got my visor on
Face to face with the corona
I ignite the storm
By the time you hear the echoes, you should let go

I just don't know what to say, say
Cause either way, you're gonna hate me
Set a course for outer space, space
Pray my rocket ship will save me
I've been trying to save face, face
Tell my demons turn and face me
I swear to God, I run in place, place
All I ask is you don't chase me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just don't know what to say, say
Cause either way, you're gonna hate me
Set a course for outer space, space
Pray my rocket ship will save me
I've been trying to save face, face
Tell my demons turn and face me
I swear to God, I run in place, place
All I ask is you don't chase me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cartier bracelet with a bangle so u know these gifts weren't cheap
I Ghosted her on Snapchat she put a tracker in my V
I'm rapping now I'm touring so u know my words ain't cheap
I ain't talking business unless ur talking keys
Told bro stop all the trapping but he's knees deep in the T
I'm a real F star no capping so what's some p to me?

(Zino Records, hahahaha)

Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up 'til I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again (uh)
Bring the gang and my family, all we do is win

Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (I remember those days)
Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire niggas)
Break them off, they're always asking for more
Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go
Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw (those ain't VS stones)
Uh, I gave out samples on tour (trap star shit)
Now all these haters wanna bring it
Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in
I'm a rabbit with the stick (yeah)
If I'm mackin' your chick
She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (yeah)
Bitches come around, now he's actin' out of character
And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (know the difference)
Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (out here)
All the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar
Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker
I bring my youngins Wireless to rob your favorite rapper
It's Nines

Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up 'til I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again (uh)
Bring the gang and my family, all we do is win

Don't compare me to them dirty niggas (nah)
I make more than crack dealers and I flip green (yeah, yeah)
Of course I made mills before my thirties, nigga
I was wearin' Rollies at sixteen
Me, me and Midgy, re-up, that's a quarter mill
Slipped up, now I gotta watch her take the morning pill
Lookin' like a footballer in these whips I drive (yeah)
I was wearin' RM's and they was sixty-five
All these niggas here, when I was broke, they weren't around (yeah)
I coulda been in Top Boy but I turned it down (Sully and them man)
Uh, my whole body lookin' froze (sub-zero)
After my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh
I used to sell packs in the pouring rain (out here)
When it comes to this trap shit, I'm hall of fame (Harlesden legend)
She see the stars in my roof now she miss me
Bitch, my new car's bulletproof, I come like 50

Ridin' with them tings
Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes
Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing
Pounds stackin' up 'til I'm snappin' rubber bands
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can
Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland
We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land
Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again
With the gang and my family, all we do is win