Signs (feat. DEUCEWORLD)

Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind I'm smoking on the trey five, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695 When I smoke it, come limited supply Shit I'm on, this shit do or die Gang I don't even respond to a lame All that shit you talk there ain't even rocks in your chain Money on my mind, I don't really got time So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my lady Southside, S-O-M-D, lul baby Going vegan cause that beef shit lame I came up doing shit that pay me Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank I get the cheddar, live better forever Come see me in Cali, the weather is better Niggas been hating They sicker than ever The 301 different I'm still good wherever Got a leg up I'm trynna run shit Knew I would blow I'm like Dizzy with trumpets I do magic, turn nothing to something Can't stand me, keep sitting I'll get this bitch jumping Made my own lane It's a new world Who he think he is My name DEUCEWORLD Feel no more, I don't bleed I don't feel no more, I don't bleed She a centerfold, still ain't pleased She still coming though, I'm a G He a lot of things, but he ain't me Yeah Yeah, Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind I'm smoking on the 3.5, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695 When I smoke it, come limited supply Shit, I'm on this shit, do or die Gang I don't need respond to a lame All that shit you talk their ain't even rocks in chain Money on my mind, I don't really got time So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my ladies Southside, S-O-M-D, lil' baby Going vegan cause that beef shit lame I came up doing shit that pay me Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank Need a max contract, fuck up the bank 85 gas? That shit fuck up my tank Pop out the cut, Doeskii came with the shank Got a woman of color, the xan make her blank SG the team number one in the rank Can't let no hoe know my government name Glock R&B, how it sing in the rain Rap games Russell Crowe Are you not entertained? Ever touch 4 p's? Cost like 8 P5's I heard that boy talking trappin', he lied When he really got stuck on the zip whole time Ain't a QP, or better don't waste my time I ducked the feds, crossed three state lines Had to hustle for a decade boy this shit take time I'm a DMV nigga, NY state of mind She asked do I want top? I say yes, then reclined Ay, aye Look, I'm on some new shit today Either get with it or get out the way Coming in smoov like GL, that's my ace They told me I got it just pick up the pace I be so high off the Za like it's laced Need stars in the roof, told them give me my space Tryna be catching flights, I can't catch me no case Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind I'm smoking on the 3.5, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695 When I smoke it, come limited supply Shit, I'm on this shit, do or die Gang I don't need respond to a lame All that shit you talk their ain't even rocks in chain Money on my mind, I don't really got time So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my ladies Southside, S-O-M-D, lil' baby Going vegan cause that beef shit lame I came up doing shit that pay me Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank