Alone
What's good been a while
Tryna freak you like a black n mild
Tryna hit you to the speaker sound
And when the bass drop
And when a snare run
When the hi hats roll
Baby I'm the gun
Loaded up I shoot
Like deuce deuce (.22)
Running out in the field
Emmet Smith I'm in ya coupe
Drop top let me run through ya
Let me give you all of this love talking that karma sutra
Yeah I know that we been some loners
We roll the blunts up cause we some stoners
We fucking all off our own aroma
Churn ya soil to the oceans I buss
Channel rivers to the ocean I trust
Grow in life and multiply in our love
Passion builds in the moat
Tryna hit ya ass in a coma
Wake you up revive you reborn to your soul
Stick it all in your heart I hope you feel my glow
I hope you feel my soul I hope you feel this love
Yeah that real life where I come from we eat fire
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
Said I need you Alone
Stay grounded even when the land trembles to your roots
Cause it truly shows in the heart is where the fruit grows
A metaphor for the heart is lost in with time
Never lose it with your patience seek illusions that's right
You niggas love to king to things that you can't hold that's facts
Like these clown Emcees claiming that they don't really rap
Actually you right you got a flow your bars is hella weak
Took you niggas seven days to copy what I do in my sleep
Underrated you rated under me telepathy
Tells I'm a fucking God and you still tryna be the G
Sewing up the fucking game no wonder it's just R-I-P
To your heart from your torso
Reborn never using exploits for profit also
Guessing with my gas finna' have them prophets passed
Got my helium masked false idols gimmicks in there
Yeah they lost in all the flaws
They loathing checking my laws
The struggle voice out my jaw
They know a nigga a God
Feel that real life
I say it feel like
Yeah it feel it
Yeah that real life
I say it feel like
Where I come from we eat it fire
Yeah that real life
Where I come from we eat fire
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
Said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
Tryna freak you like a black n mild
Tryna hit you to the speaker sound
And when the bass drop
And when a snare run
When the hi hats roll
Baby I'm the gun
Loaded up I shoot
Like deuce deuce (.22)
Running out in the field
Emmet Smith I'm in ya coupe
Drop top let me run through ya
Let me give you all of this love talking that karma sutra
Yeah I know that we been some loners
We roll the blunts up cause we some stoners
We fucking all off our own aroma
Churn ya soil to the oceans I buss
Channel rivers to the ocean I trust
Grow in life and multiply in our love
Passion builds in the moat
Tryna hit ya ass in a coma
Wake you up revive you reborn to your soul
Stick it all in your heart I hope you feel my glow
I hope you feel my soul I hope you feel this love
Yeah that real life where I come from we eat fire
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
Said I need you Alone
Stay grounded even when the land trembles to your roots
Cause it truly shows in the heart is where the fruit grows
A metaphor for the heart is lost in with time
Never lose it with your patience seek illusions that's right
You niggas love to king to things that you can't hold that's facts
Like these clown Emcees claiming that they don't really rap
Actually you right you got a flow your bars is hella weak
Took you niggas seven days to copy what I do in my sleep
Underrated you rated under me telepathy
Tells I'm a fucking God and you still tryna be the G
Sewing up the fucking game no wonder it's just R-I-P
To your heart from your torso
Reborn never using exploits for profit also
Guessing with my gas finna' have them prophets passed
Got my helium masked false idols gimmicks in there
Yeah they lost in all the flaws
They loathing checking my laws
The struggle voice out my jaw
They know a nigga a God
Feel that real life
I say it feel like
Yeah it feel it
Yeah that real life
I say it feel like
Where I come from we eat it fire
Yeah that real life
Where I come from we eat fire
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
Said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
You know what this bout
Baby girl cut it out
I said I need you Alone
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Rowe
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