Lyrics:
for like 3 in a row
Wake up and niggas like where do we go
Only roll with the spirits that live by the code
I got too many stories that you’ll never
to run I yell
Casualty, nicked in the head
The gunman clicked me full of lead
Eyes up hold a loaded gun
The world is run
By the highest bidder
Take out
fuck the upper-hand, I won't quit, and won't lose
I'm lovin' what I am, real as shit, and no tool
Still stuntin' puffin' grams cause I'm lit, no fuze
the crows
I watch you from the door
Captivated frozen still
An orange glow hits the wall
From the candle that you lit
I can always count on you
I'm
popped
Chilling on the block by a dirty cop
Will it ever change man I don't know?
As I took the long way home
A path you'll never know
I seen the girl
the sharks
Rescued me out of the dark (You Rescued Me)
You lit the fire in my heart
So I need you close
Cause the world can be so cold without you
FOUND AND NOT A DAMN THING CAN HOLD YOU DOWN
DRIVEN BY A MENTAL GIFTED
A SPIRIT LIFTED YOU EMBRACE AND KISS IT
RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW ITS SO LIT
TIME FOR
Yo this some Zeppelin shit
Check how my weapon hit
Nah you can tell I'm lit
Told all you need is in your soul
Hard to pump a heart beat Im so cold
niggas should stop it
They call me the prophet
That's stacking a profit
So I ain't got no time for the fuck shit
Non-rapping niggas swear they dumb lit
the levels that I need to go absorb, just to shine
So I find that I'm shining brighter than a stick of dynamite that has been lit
Just to fit into the picture
Working hard, Always gone win
(V12)
DT Vibes We Alive
On the beach By the pool
Phony bitches smoking Jules
Always down to break the rules
2020 is so cruel
talk my shit, but she was on my dick
Ticklish, she nasty like-like liquorice
The wrist is lit, some mischievous
Ridiculous
The business is the gibberish,
bricks
Smoking by the ounce, the only way to get lit
Shooting stars but you can't count on a wish
Tidal
Seasonal Tidal
Seasonal Tidal
Seasonal Tidal
Seasonal Tidal
We came from the bottom
City like gotham
Remain with caution
You’ll get back
Stabbed by
nigga and a poet
Blunt lit sippin' moet
Like to stack then blow it
We talking paper I'm on it
Four five in the mornin'
Writing hits while u yawnin'
Work
that's why they trouble me
Hustle, hustle, live die by the creed c'est la vie in a nutshell
Fancy like a pastel, you know the rest oh well
In the West
Gas me up to move to the top
Pass by you I’m beep beeping
Both legs hanging out the window
They don’t know that I’m knee deep in
Jump out the box like
it gets lit by a couple of bottles at stars and spirits
If you lost me you'll
Miss it
If you're going to test me you better get it right
I promise you
of nigga that
Never falls in love
Started thinking that I might
This one was a dub
Took her to the fireworks
Guess it wasn't lit enough
Shorty said she miss
you telling' story teller you can tell just by my tats
Fuck that cooperate shit I bust out that tuxedo wit that Mac
Look how I walk around
I'm going
Got more followers than you got dollars
'cause you only lit on TikTok
Fourth quarter droppin' so that I
Could cop a fifth spot
Money foldin' in a big
(ooh)
That's where you could find the kid (ooh)
And I pour up the drink
(yeah, I did) I'm too lit, I can't think
Diamonds water, out the kitchen
I
quick
Just like when Thanos snapped
Bloody red they could not fathom what
I meant by battle rap
This for real, no make believe
Blood gon' spill, Bon
ain't lit
Who you feel, know it us
Came through like a fucking drill
I know who she prolly talking bout
Niggas faking what they hopping out
New crib in
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