Look Out Below
Fuck with the sound got the whole block bumpin'
Funny how I turned a profit from nothing
Get what you want if you holding the cash
Bitches rolling off tabs hoping they don't crash
Bet next year i'm going fucking viral
Trying to leave off with a high note
Hit em with the flow they gonna do a spiral
I breathe flames like a mothafucking dragon, Spyro
If you ride my wave, hope you have a life boat
Stuffing bands in a white coat
Like clothes I fold
Haters wanna act bold
Got the hammer now so I smite hoes
In case you didn't know
Cigs for the soul
Never found a motherfucking place to call home
So I sit back and watch the time go
Feeling like a star, look at my glow
Tied like a rope, whoa, look out below
We gonna get it in a second time real quick
Why the fuck not
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Puffing on trees
Living with ease
Sipping on juice
Got nothing to lose
Knock em out they shoes, with the socks too
Color change magic, blackened to blue
Smoke a blunt for my dead friends
I'll die chasing these presidents
Never let a op get the better hand
Flip the hourglass, drown in the sand
If you wanna fly make sure that you land
Puffing on clouds, burning the strands
Never to worry its part of the plan
Throwing these bands yeah I am the man
Funny how I turned a profit from nothing
Get what you want if you holding the cash
Bitches rolling off tabs hoping they don't crash
Bet next year i'm going fucking viral
Trying to leave off with a high note
Hit em with the flow they gonna do a spiral
I breathe flames like a mothafucking dragon, Spyro
If you ride my wave, hope you have a life boat
Stuffing bands in a white coat
Like clothes I fold
Haters wanna act bold
Got the hammer now so I smite hoes
In case you didn't know
Cigs for the soul
Never found a motherfucking place to call home
So I sit back and watch the time go
Feeling like a star, look at my glow
Tied like a rope, whoa, look out below
We gonna get it in a second time real quick
Why the fuck not
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Puffing on trees
Living with ease
Sipping on juice
Got nothing to lose
Knock em out they shoes, with the socks too
Color change magic, blackened to blue
Smoke a blunt for my dead friends
I'll die chasing these presidents
Never let a op get the better hand
Flip the hourglass, drown in the sand
If you wanna fly make sure that you land
Puffing on clouds, burning the strands
Never to worry its part of the plan
Throwing these bands yeah I am the man
Credits
Writer(s): Trace Barnett
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