25 Lighters
Ayy
Got it on smash
Ayy, ayy, yuh
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?
Okay, like, smokin' on this kill,
I'm so fucked up, my life's a interlude
Pretty sure I held my pride, if I can't die, like, what got into you?
People pushin' on my whip now, hip now
I just spent a quarter on my wrist,
like, what that shit 'bout?
This is real life, no cap, I'm on the tac, like, "Check my fist now"
Hol' up, like, keep your breath,
I stay off edge, like, who my shit now?
Listen, okay,
all my life been deaded, deadman bless me 'till I'm restless
Bring it back,
write my thoughts to mention, burn my past until it's present
You can't kill my soul, forget it,
you too evil for my section
Wait, like,
tell me why I'm better then? Bitch better check my letterman
Hand free smoke like cigarettes
They new shit now my biggest threat
Like, bitch, I'm in my element
Bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can only minus with the toe tag
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
Bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can only minus with the toe tag
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet?
Now check this,
whether you love me, or you hate me, it's the same thing
Keep my name alive and keep thinkin' you about to switch these lanes
Now let's not talk my pinky rings, silver surf my wave, you listenin'
Hunnids in the back door,
check it in, fast with the work like a Mexican
Like, why I still walk dead but this ain't past tense?
I'm walkin' right through by my grave, these boys, they has-beens
You see, like 30, 000 I could wipe my ass with
But I remember, I ain't had no place to crash with
They want my energy, oh please, like they could have it
But I can't trust you in my circle if you cappin'
Your wrist look just like Air Force 1's, all white, yeah, that's it
I'm smokin' kill inside this wood, that's straight boom-bap stick
You know that bitch, she not a 10, that hoe a catfish
Inside my Louis duffle, what I clean them racks with
I stretch that money like I'm Mr. Fantastic
I stretch them rubber bands, poppin' just like elastic
Like why they actin'?
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?
Got it on smash
Ayy, ayy, yuh
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?
Okay, like, smokin' on this kill,
I'm so fucked up, my life's a interlude
Pretty sure I held my pride, if I can't die, like, what got into you?
People pushin' on my whip now, hip now
I just spent a quarter on my wrist,
like, what that shit 'bout?
This is real life, no cap, I'm on the tac, like, "Check my fist now"
Hol' up, like, keep your breath,
I stay off edge, like, who my shit now?
Listen, okay,
all my life been deaded, deadman bless me 'till I'm restless
Bring it back,
write my thoughts to mention, burn my past until it's present
You can't kill my soul, forget it,
you too evil for my section
Wait, like,
tell me why I'm better then? Bitch better check my letterman
Hand free smoke like cigarettes
They new shit now my biggest threat
Like, bitch, I'm in my element
Bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can only minus with the toe tag
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
Bring it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can only minus with the toe tag
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
All up in the middle, run four flat, uh
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like,
what's my best bet?
Now check this,
whether you love me, or you hate me, it's the same thing
Keep my name alive and keep thinkin' you about to switch these lanes
Now let's not talk my pinky rings, silver surf my wave, you listenin'
Hunnids in the back door,
check it in, fast with the work like a Mexican
Like, why I still walk dead but this ain't past tense?
I'm walkin' right through by my grave, these boys, they has-beens
You see, like 30, 000 I could wipe my ass with
But I remember, I ain't had no place to crash with
They want my energy, oh please, like they could have it
But I can't trust you in my circle if you cappin'
Your wrist look just like Air Force 1's, all white, yeah, that's it
I'm smokin' kill inside this wood, that's straight boom-bap stick
You know that bitch, she not a 10, that hoe a catfish
Inside my Louis duffle, what I clean them racks with
I stretch that money like I'm Mr. Fantastic
I stretch them rubber bands, poppin' just like elastic
Like why they actin'?
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel David Jimenez, Isaiah Rivera
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