See the Stars
Said I
Walked out I was Smoking a blunt, my niggas tryna take a trip and I was hold em up, yea
You know my shit is really cold as the cuts
Smoking dutches doing dishes and I'm foldin em up, what
Boy, you really crazy as hell my dealer told I'm crazier than daisy I sell
And it's hazy and got me feeling really wavy got me spitting like jay z
Flows with the same keys, nigga got the Minor and the major key
I'm chromatic with the static don't play wit me, nigga
My shit is sharper than them razors G, check the wavelength
High and strong with same strength, tryna get the
Pay, check the wage on the payment, tryna get away ima say agent, fuck being
Famous, my niggas on the same shit rolling up a dub getting love like like Raymond, nigga eating
Ramen, came in, from the rain and, shined cus I'm designed to leave a couple stains and, leave my mark
And I never thought bitch really seize my heart, I never thought that we could be apart, but
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Dont need a car
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Dont need a car
Niggas sleeping y'all can Take y'all naps my shit is hitting like them baseball bats, don't u take my
Tracks I rip a beat then erase y'all wack niggas, sweet snack niggas see the fake in the rap niggas
Shitting I can crap and collapse making trap now I'm back and they ask where I'm at, I was chillin in the
Back getting crap faced, wait I mean shit faced and ion know act save, I ain't sipping lean cus I'm
Mean In a packed place, tryna get some fans with my jam, Well in that case
Ima really rip it continuous wit the writtens and I'm colder than an Inuit cinnamon when I stick in
Immanent with the vision, I'm killin it like kitten that I'm beating, when I'm eating I'm cooking it in the Kitchen Looking in for the chicken it's tooken you gotta quicken up ya speed
It was fuckin wit my head like itches trickle-up ya sleeve
And it's fame and the cash, the hate doesn't last so I strive to be great I'm innate to the draft, art with no Paint I'm escaping my past with a mask and a cape Ima skate on that ass
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Don't need a car
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Don't need a car
Walked out I was Smoking a blunt, my niggas tryna take a trip and I was hold em up, yea
You know my shit is really cold as the cuts
Smoking dutches doing dishes and I'm foldin em up, what
Boy, you really crazy as hell my dealer told I'm crazier than daisy I sell
And it's hazy and got me feeling really wavy got me spitting like jay z
Flows with the same keys, nigga got the Minor and the major key
I'm chromatic with the static don't play wit me, nigga
My shit is sharper than them razors G, check the wavelength
High and strong with same strength, tryna get the
Pay, check the wage on the payment, tryna get away ima say agent, fuck being
Famous, my niggas on the same shit rolling up a dub getting love like like Raymond, nigga eating
Ramen, came in, from the rain and, shined cus I'm designed to leave a couple stains and, leave my mark
And I never thought bitch really seize my heart, I never thought that we could be apart, but
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Dont need a car
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Dont need a car
Niggas sleeping y'all can Take y'all naps my shit is hitting like them baseball bats, don't u take my
Tracks I rip a beat then erase y'all wack niggas, sweet snack niggas see the fake in the rap niggas
Shitting I can crap and collapse making trap now I'm back and they ask where I'm at, I was chillin in the
Back getting crap faced, wait I mean shit faced and ion know act save, I ain't sipping lean cus I'm
Mean In a packed place, tryna get some fans with my jam, Well in that case
Ima really rip it continuous wit the writtens and I'm colder than an Inuit cinnamon when I stick in
Immanent with the vision, I'm killin it like kitten that I'm beating, when I'm eating I'm cooking it in the Kitchen Looking in for the chicken it's tooken you gotta quicken up ya speed
It was fuckin wit my head like itches trickle-up ya sleeve
And it's fame and the cash, the hate doesn't last so I strive to be great I'm innate to the draft, art with no Paint I'm escaping my past with a mask and a cape Ima skate on that ass
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Don't need a car
Now I see the stars and they leading far, not surprised I'm so high Don't need a car
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Writer(s): Nol Jones
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