Shooterz Say

I woke up this morning
I'm high as The ceiling
I feel like a star ima do
The wraith if you rocking
Chains and Somebody pull
Out the hammer You Do
What the shooter say They
Called The cops they heard
That He black Wit a hoodie
So they don't Know Who
To trace I got the bag and
Shout Out Pharrell cause
I threw on My Shoes did
The human race

Woke up like what I'm gon
Do today I fuck wit my bitch
Like a boomerang Cause if I
Come she gon throw it back
I be grabbing her arm like a
Shoulder Strap I come from
The docks where We load it
At i come from the bottom I
Gotta rap I sell a method it
Gotta
Slap I could show you the
Proof cause I got a chat day
Light savings isn't it Funny
How times changes looking
For love but you find games
Stud can You define pain huh
Pain that's when You you
Losing
Ya faith you Might Put a
Gun to his face he might
Have To go to safe you
Might have to Run From
The jakes I gotta get money
I Gotta get fly my nigga and
That's just The bottom line
I woke up this Morning I
Made up my mind that it's
Nothing to stop me from
Getting Mine I come from
The dirt so I'm just Like a
Plant cause I gotta keep
Growing I'm outta time
Came up wit A plan and
I gotta to sign first time
You go in you kinda blind
Fuck it I Gotta get cake
Mixtape after mixtape
Look straight when you
Lift weight Gotta make
Sure the kids straight
Dont be watching his
Plate don't be Running
His race gotta focus on
Ya Own Shit if you really
Wanna own Shit

I woke up this morning
I'm high as The ceiling
I feel like a star ima do
The wraith if you rocking
Chains and Somebody pull
Out the hammer You Do
What the shooter say
They called The cops
They heard that He black
Wit a hoodie so they don't
Know Who to trace I got
The bag and Shout Out
Pharrell cause I threw
On My Shoes did the
Human race



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Writer(s): Steven Jackson
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