Die in LA
What? What? What?
What? What? What? Huh yeah
Watchu say? Yeah
Pop Smoke? Yeah
Killed in his crib?
That shit no joke
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
Stacking the chips
Ay, grinding, yeah, we doing this thing
Flying, yeah, in a private jet
This is no joke!
This is no joke!
This is no joke! Yeah
Yeah, we working
Yeah, we working
I'm with my shawty, yeah, she always always always flirting
Ay yuh, in a in a yellow Lamborghini, ay
In a red Ferrari, yeah, we swerving being, uh
Being rich, rich in spirit
Fuck that demon shit!
Fuck that demon shit!
I just spread the peace
I do it through this
I do it through the music, yeah, I know how to sing
But fuck that shit, that's not this beat, not the flow
Gotta roll with the present moment, yeah, I know, uh
Vision, yeah, every day it's how I grow, yeah
Feeding my spirit, yeah, that's called soul
Soul music, soul music
Soul music, soul music
Soul music, you can feel it
You can feel it, you can feel it
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yeah
I hear the drums, drums, drums
Gotta have some fun
Gotta share some love
Gotta have some fun, ay
Party party, yeah ay, all night long
Ay, Celine sto, yeah uh
Break some bones, yeah
Shoutout $Mike, yeah yeah, he know, ay
That's not how we moving, yeah, that's how we float, ay
Ay, shoutout Rainman man, forreal
Shoutout Ulisses, man
Shoutout Tommy
We jus here, you know
Ay, we jus, we ain't got no fear, man
Yeah, we jus, we just doing it, man
Elevated shit
What? What? What? Huh yeah
Watchu say? Yeah
Pop Smoke? Yeah
Killed in his crib?
That shit no joke
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
That shit fucked up!
Stacking the chips
Ay, grinding, yeah, we doing this thing
Flying, yeah, in a private jet
This is no joke!
This is no joke!
This is no joke! Yeah
Yeah, we working
Yeah, we working
I'm with my shawty, yeah, she always always always flirting
Ay yuh, in a in a yellow Lamborghini, ay
In a red Ferrari, yeah, we swerving being, uh
Being rich, rich in spirit
Fuck that demon shit!
Fuck that demon shit!
I just spread the peace
I do it through this
I do it through the music, yeah, I know how to sing
But fuck that shit, that's not this beat, not the flow
Gotta roll with the present moment, yeah, I know, uh
Vision, yeah, every day it's how I grow, yeah
Feeding my spirit, yeah, that's called soul
Soul music, soul music
Soul music, soul music
Soul music, you can feel it
You can feel it, you can feel it
Jump, jump, jump, jump, yeah
I hear the drums, drums, drums
Gotta have some fun
Gotta share some love
Gotta have some fun, ay
Party party, yeah ay, all night long
Ay, Celine sto, yeah uh
Break some bones, yeah
Shoutout $Mike, yeah yeah, he know, ay
That's not how we moving, yeah, that's how we float, ay
Ay, shoutout Rainman man, forreal
Shoutout Ulisses, man
Shoutout Tommy
We jus here, you know
Ay, we jus, we ain't got no fear, man
Yeah, we jus, we just doing it, man
Elevated shit
Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Madrid
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