Music in My Veins

I'm tryna move my mama out the house
She been staying in since I was in the 5th grade
I'm tryna see all my brothers rock the new designer
Like they the ones that's getting paid
I'm tryna talk to the youth in the city like
"Stay in the booth and up out of them graves"
I'm tryna see if we bleeding the same
Music is the only thing in my veins
I'm tryna move my mama out the house
She been staying in since I was in the 5th grade
I'm tryna see all my brothers rock the new designer
Like they the ones that's getting paid
I'm tryna talk to the youth in the city like
"Stay in the booth and up out of them graves"
I'm tryna see if we bleeding the same
Music is the only thing in my veins

Music is the only thing in my veins
Notice that I didn't say no hoe shit
Okay maybe drugs is keeping me sane
Cause I been dealing with some loss and some more shit
I get high enough to high five a plane
Fuck a recommended dosage
You keep talking down get yo' door kicked
They been waiting on me to flow switch
They been waiting on me to go sick
Go Dummo Mode on all these hoes
I don't even know where they want me to go but I swear
I got flows for days
I can do this for days
I got like 20 ways or plenty ways
To do all this shit and I spray K's
For uh (Hold on)
Wait
I think they want me to turn up like this
I think they want me out ice on my wrists
That's not me though
Back up off me get shot like a free throw
And we sending them bullets Magneto
Back to whichever position he throw
With a motherfuckin desert eagle
At your throat we aim till you deep throat all these
Pause
For one or two reasons probably because you niggas missing the bars
I'm tryna be great man I don't really give a fuck about cars
But that doesn't mean I won't cop em
None of my niggas gone pop em
It'll be me that'll solve it
If all of my niggas got problems
I swear they gotta come to me
Cause they know I had a revolver
And I was doing shit for cheap
You say you putting prices on my head
Nigga I'll fuck you up for free
Like a bad fucking barber
Luke I am your fuckin father

It's so many Bs in this room haters can't C me
Deez niggas easy
F what you heard can't beat me
I stay G'd up nigga
Look
Hold on
Lemme run that back one time

It's so many Bs in this room haters can't C me
Deez niggas easy
F what you heard can't beat me
I stay G'd up nigga
(So that's what I'm coming with)
(I'm coming with some dumb shit)
(This some dumb shit)
(Dis sum dum shit)

I'm tryna move my mama out the house
She been staying in since I was in the 5th grade
I'm tryna see all my brothers rock the new designer
Like they the ones that's getting paid
I'm tryna talk to the youth in the city like
"Stay in the booth and up out of them graves"
I'm tryna see if we bleeding the same
Music is the only thing in my veins



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Writer(s): Deanthony Tutman
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