Charlotte's Web
Soul sativa to my Negus, I'm in Charlotte's Web
You think life is an illusion to get out my head
I been playing with the Bangerz making daily bread
Munchin' rappers like a Pharaoh nigga, Simon Says
Open up your vision to the realest ones alive
When we walk inside the venue you know we are on a vibe
You ain't fuckin' with the clique or crew, the squadron or the tribe
If you're in a opposition, It's unlikely you'll survive, yo
Looking inside of my mind, what will you find, primary chakras aligned
Yin and the yang intertwined
Karma combined, so quick you cannot rewind
Empress in front of me fine, goddess of mine, aura be leavin' em blind
Ayrah Taerb is the grind of divine, each of us two of a kind, yah
Ah - It's like I'm runnin' through my mind like a marathon
Ah - Give a vision to the blind from the pentagon
Ah - Read it as a sign from the upper echelon
Ah - So Hollywood you would think I am American
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
This here for my squad who hit it overdrive
No need to go crash test homie this shit is suicide
Empty the whole clip like Yeo this shit is do or die
And I ain't gon' stop my hustle till my crib is sanctified
Make me a shrine
Right next to cloud number nine
Show them the kid is divine
Straight from the vine
Bury me next to Allah
Just to go show them how high
Show them on God with my brothers
Shabalaba
I can hover
But it's still love with the others
If they hate it
They can suffer
I'm blast all the others
Keep it going up until I be the only motherfucker running up next
Yah - Young homies coming up wit a whole crew
Yah - Talk it out with a mad nigga what they won't do
Yah - Smoking up the gas with a shorty with a bad doo
Yah - And I'm a keep it going till my homies make a million
Ah - It's like I'm runnin' through my mind like a marathon
Ah - Give a vision to the blind from the pentagon
Ah - Read it as a sign from the upper echelon
Ah - So Hollywood you would think I am American
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
You think life is an illusion to get out my head
I been playing with the Bangerz making daily bread
Munchin' rappers like a Pharaoh nigga, Simon Says
Open up your vision to the realest ones alive
When we walk inside the venue you know we are on a vibe
You ain't fuckin' with the clique or crew, the squadron or the tribe
If you're in a opposition, It's unlikely you'll survive, yo
Looking inside of my mind, what will you find, primary chakras aligned
Yin and the yang intertwined
Karma combined, so quick you cannot rewind
Empress in front of me fine, goddess of mine, aura be leavin' em blind
Ayrah Taerb is the grind of divine, each of us two of a kind, yah
Ah - It's like I'm runnin' through my mind like a marathon
Ah - Give a vision to the blind from the pentagon
Ah - Read it as a sign from the upper echelon
Ah - So Hollywood you would think I am American
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
This here for my squad who hit it overdrive
No need to go crash test homie this shit is suicide
Empty the whole clip like Yeo this shit is do or die
And I ain't gon' stop my hustle till my crib is sanctified
Make me a shrine
Right next to cloud number nine
Show them the kid is divine
Straight from the vine
Bury me next to Allah
Just to go show them how high
Show them on God with my brothers
Shabalaba
I can hover
But it's still love with the others
If they hate it
They can suffer
I'm blast all the others
Keep it going up until I be the only motherfucker running up next
Yah - Young homies coming up wit a whole crew
Yah - Talk it out with a mad nigga what they won't do
Yah - Smoking up the gas with a shorty with a bad doo
Yah - And I'm a keep it going till my homies make a million
Ah - It's like I'm runnin' through my mind like a marathon
Ah - Give a vision to the blind from the pentagon
Ah - Read it as a sign from the upper echelon
Ah - So Hollywood you would think I am American
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
I'ma sell my soul, Charlotte's Web, I lost self control
Credits
Writer(s): Smith Patrick, Almond Jamal, Dryden Tristan, Forster Maxwell, Alexander Charlotte, Weatherstone Christopher Cadeau
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