Energy
See Everybody want me to be on my old shit
I'm talking late nite with a ski mask like run in yo store shit
Like fuck the rules
I'm the same nigga
That'll do you dirty and some mo shit
Like slide through yo whole hood with a sandbag and a pole stick
Like pull up to yo whole spot and teach yo girl fuck good
And then kick her out of her own car with no damn money cuz she don't suck good
Then spend all her food stamps on a bag of chips and a backwood
But just know cuz of my skill level I touch more bars than MacBook (Cuz)
How Many God Damm Times Do I gotta See You On Your Ass
How Many God Damm Times Do I gotta get up on your back
How Many God Damm Times Do I Gotta See You Come In Last
How Many God Damm Times I Gotta see living in the Past
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
I feel like I'm losing mind and my soul tryna keep
Hold my energy
Then I reminisce on my innocence i had my get rid of the imagery
Recollection the powers is ours
The spirit gods give me energy
And you know that they're melanin
I fear god for my enemies
And everybody wants a taste of freedom but they blindsided by the remedies
Cuz everybody learns the hard way
Now they drowning their pain with the Hennessy
Cuz everybody wanna be famous
Everybody want the hoes
Everybody wants the confidence cognizance too accomplish their goals
Love sex money and is the goal for niggas
But if you hit the block its no hope for your niggas
Cant satisfy no scum ain't jumping rope for you niggas
If you ever lose sight I gotta scope for niggas
In every single state a pick up in the pen
I'm increasing the murder rate tragic and I'm bout to strike up some felonies
Destined for greatness this shit is amazing
Couldn't believe all the phony bullshit that the all haters be tellin me
Hottest Shit outta Cali since Nipsey & Pac R.I.P.
If I should die bury me in a room full of Hennessy
I Could never put a ring on a bitch broke hoe bitch
Cuz I'm the top dawg of the century
So when I pop
Don't ask for shit
Imma just get up and go
I know that you know
They counted me out of my blessings now they stay blowing my phone
Well weren't you the one that said you would stay down for a nigga when I was alone
Then I saw you kicking it with the ops now I have to pull out the chrome
I'm talking late nite with a ski mask like run in yo store shit
Like fuck the rules
I'm the same nigga
That'll do you dirty and some mo shit
Like slide through yo whole hood with a sandbag and a pole stick
Like pull up to yo whole spot and teach yo girl fuck good
And then kick her out of her own car with no damn money cuz she don't suck good
Then spend all her food stamps on a bag of chips and a backwood
But just know cuz of my skill level I touch more bars than MacBook (Cuz)
How Many God Damm Times Do I gotta See You On Your Ass
How Many God Damm Times Do I gotta get up on your back
How Many God Damm Times Do I Gotta See You Come In Last
How Many God Damm Times I Gotta see living in the Past
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
Its A Whole Room Full of Fuck Niggas Tryna Get Hold Of My Energy
I feel like I'm losing mind and my soul tryna keep
Hold my energy
Then I reminisce on my innocence i had my get rid of the imagery
Recollection the powers is ours
The spirit gods give me energy
And you know that they're melanin
I fear god for my enemies
And everybody wants a taste of freedom but they blindsided by the remedies
Cuz everybody learns the hard way
Now they drowning their pain with the Hennessy
Cuz everybody wanna be famous
Everybody want the hoes
Everybody wants the confidence cognizance too accomplish their goals
Love sex money and is the goal for niggas
But if you hit the block its no hope for your niggas
Cant satisfy no scum ain't jumping rope for you niggas
If you ever lose sight I gotta scope for niggas
In every single state a pick up in the pen
I'm increasing the murder rate tragic and I'm bout to strike up some felonies
Destined for greatness this shit is amazing
Couldn't believe all the phony bullshit that the all haters be tellin me
Hottest Shit outta Cali since Nipsey & Pac R.I.P.
If I should die bury me in a room full of Hennessy
I Could never put a ring on a bitch broke hoe bitch
Cuz I'm the top dawg of the century
So when I pop
Don't ask for shit
Imma just get up and go
I know that you know
They counted me out of my blessings now they stay blowing my phone
Well weren't you the one that said you would stay down for a nigga when I was alone
Then I saw you kicking it with the ops now I have to pull out the chrome
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Writer(s): Ashton Enoch
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