Spark (feat. JordyPordy)
I'm not saying I'm gonna rule the world or
I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee you that
I will spark the brain that will change the world
And that's our job, It's to spark somebody else watching us
We might not be the one's, but let's not be selfish and because
We not gonna change the world let's not talk about how we should change it
I don't know how to change it, but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here
Somebody's gonna clean it up
Blunt blowing, blowing money
San Diego puffing
Whatchu want, brodie plug it
Run it till my toes are busted
Fuck you mean. I don't hope for nothing
All my goals I rush n chase and catch it
Sold him robatussin, 4 he po'd it up n said he smacking
I don't got dough to stunt yet I'm the chosen one so it don't matter
On a stoner budget, I just roll a Dutch and roll one after
My life mega trifle roll pages out the Bible torch a chapter
I got dirty ways Stephen Curry plays the way I handle
How much earned today, every 100 pull out 20 stash it
Colors turn to grey it ain't been the same since I lost justice
Man he blew his brain, I might do the same if I can't have it
Money made a bandit
3 days with no sleep
Raw ass shit that's every week
Never been a x men
But my homies call me Beast
Turning to a Karma God
Made my way against the odds
Jordan bro we never stop
Why every verse we drop is hot
Codeine rain that purple drank
Twisting P's let's medicate
Numbing pain the great escape
Shameless flowing off a fade
Fire in the booth homies
Taught me how to shoot
Wake and bake now
Chop and screw
Young Savage out of school
Why I always break the rules
Come get trippy as a hippy
Smoked out conversations
Spinning like a frisbee
This year it's time to tour
So I guess I'm taking trips
Everywhere we go
Fans say they want a pic
I'm just lit like my bic
Smoking till I drift
They ain't liking how I move
How the white boy get the juice
Smoking indo get me boosted
Tinted windows cuz the blues
They just tryna meet a quota
Ain't no way that I could lose
Ain't no way that ima start where I started since I was two
I was shown what not do
Quote unquote impossible
We do this for our mamma, father, brothers, sisters, uncle, auntie
My nightmares will come to haunt me
Until then I'm feeling godly
Passing galaxys I mastered heat
Drifting like I'm Master Chief
Clouds floating
When I go to sleep
Got the game
They know to peep
Sleepless nights we got a flight
Get fucked up and feel the vibe
Pounds of Kush and dirty Sprite
Kill a show can't feel my sides
Lucid dreaming drowning demons
Didn't you know that this is my season
Throw a party with my friends Big blunts double cups
But I've been done
With the xans
I can't even find my Sprite
Just a bottle in my hand
I'ma kiss that shit goodnight
I just think I spent a band
I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid
The more that I make the harder to save
Watch me I blow that shit all in a day
M over bitches that's all I'm gonna say
I'm on the chase till I'm dropped in a grave
Choppin' the heads off of all of the snakes
I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee you that
I will spark the brain that will change the world
And that's our job, It's to spark somebody else watching us
We might not be the one's, but let's not be selfish and because
We not gonna change the world let's not talk about how we should change it
I don't know how to change it, but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here
Somebody's gonna clean it up
Blunt blowing, blowing money
San Diego puffing
Whatchu want, brodie plug it
Run it till my toes are busted
Fuck you mean. I don't hope for nothing
All my goals I rush n chase and catch it
Sold him robatussin, 4 he po'd it up n said he smacking
I don't got dough to stunt yet I'm the chosen one so it don't matter
On a stoner budget, I just roll a Dutch and roll one after
My life mega trifle roll pages out the Bible torch a chapter
I got dirty ways Stephen Curry plays the way I handle
How much earned today, every 100 pull out 20 stash it
Colors turn to grey it ain't been the same since I lost justice
Man he blew his brain, I might do the same if I can't have it
Money made a bandit
3 days with no sleep
Raw ass shit that's every week
Never been a x men
But my homies call me Beast
Turning to a Karma God
Made my way against the odds
Jordan bro we never stop
Why every verse we drop is hot
Codeine rain that purple drank
Twisting P's let's medicate
Numbing pain the great escape
Shameless flowing off a fade
Fire in the booth homies
Taught me how to shoot
Wake and bake now
Chop and screw
Young Savage out of school
Why I always break the rules
Come get trippy as a hippy
Smoked out conversations
Spinning like a frisbee
This year it's time to tour
So I guess I'm taking trips
Everywhere we go
Fans say they want a pic
I'm just lit like my bic
Smoking till I drift
They ain't liking how I move
How the white boy get the juice
Smoking indo get me boosted
Tinted windows cuz the blues
They just tryna meet a quota
Ain't no way that I could lose
Ain't no way that ima start where I started since I was two
I was shown what not do
Quote unquote impossible
We do this for our mamma, father, brothers, sisters, uncle, auntie
My nightmares will come to haunt me
Until then I'm feeling godly
Passing galaxys I mastered heat
Drifting like I'm Master Chief
Clouds floating
When I go to sleep
Got the game
They know to peep
Sleepless nights we got a flight
Get fucked up and feel the vibe
Pounds of Kush and dirty Sprite
Kill a show can't feel my sides
Lucid dreaming drowning demons
Didn't you know that this is my season
Throw a party with my friends Big blunts double cups
But I've been done
With the xans
I can't even find my Sprite
Just a bottle in my hand
I'ma kiss that shit goodnight
I just think I spent a band
I'm blowing a pound to roll up the days
Sipping my drank now I drip like the rain
The more that they hate the more I get paid
The more that I make the harder to save
Watch me I blow that shit all in a day
M over bitches that's all I'm gonna say
I'm on the chase till I'm dropped in a grave
Choppin' the heads off of all of the snakes
Credits
Writer(s): Diandre Wilson
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