High Alert
No one's safe
This is fate
What they've made
Up in flames
Got a lot up on my mind
Hard to leave some things behind
She replied but shit was dry
Bitch goodbye, won't waste my time
Might not speak, but I'm not shy
I ain't peak yet but I'm high
If it's rolled then I am obliged
It's Swisher Sweets so never mind
I got a lot up on my plate
Meaning everything's at steak
Fuck the feds and fuck the state
This that shit that you can't fake
But niggas got a lot to... say
How you trying to bet without a horse in the race
Why you trying to flex if you ain't got no gains
Sound full of yourself, but can tell that you're drained
Under your skin, yeah I'm in these niggas veins
I'd love my main if she wasn't so vain
I am here to stay, but I am going all the way
Foot on the gas, but these are the breaks
Digital dash, I'm winning the race
Get out my bag, get off my case
Shorty got ass but she ain't got no waist
Do I look mad? Cause they look afraid
Call a spade a spade
It's the end of days
They're losing faith because
No one's safe
This is fate
Give a fuck about what they've made
All up in flames
No one's safe
This is fate
What they've made
All up in flames
This is fate
What they've made
Up in flames
Got a lot up on my mind
Hard to leave some things behind
She replied but shit was dry
Bitch goodbye, won't waste my time
Might not speak, but I'm not shy
I ain't peak yet but I'm high
If it's rolled then I am obliged
It's Swisher Sweets so never mind
I got a lot up on my plate
Meaning everything's at steak
Fuck the feds and fuck the state
This that shit that you can't fake
But niggas got a lot to... say
How you trying to bet without a horse in the race
Why you trying to flex if you ain't got no gains
Sound full of yourself, but can tell that you're drained
Under your skin, yeah I'm in these niggas veins
I'd love my main if she wasn't so vain
I am here to stay, but I am going all the way
Foot on the gas, but these are the breaks
Digital dash, I'm winning the race
Get out my bag, get off my case
Shorty got ass but she ain't got no waist
Do I look mad? Cause they look afraid
Call a spade a spade
It's the end of days
They're losing faith because
No one's safe
This is fate
Give a fuck about what they've made
All up in flames
No one's safe
This is fate
What they've made
All up in flames
Credits
Writer(s): Kirkland Jackson
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