La La

No weapon against me shall prosper
How you still fall for fake profits
Had to direct all my knowledge
Didn't have patience for college
But we moving so graduated
This was all calculated
Fake friends turn into strangers
Guess that's just how the game is
Im bout to snap
Like its poetry
The top is where we posed to be
Let the green fill my lungs
Smoking on the broccoli
Elevate my city like trampoline
We really on the scene I'm tryna hold the keys

Four One O what I'm repping
Had to state that
Twisting green magic
Oyea we on the way up
First you light up
Then you put it in rotation
Puff till its gone
I keep lighting
LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLaLa
I keep rolling
LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa
La La La La La

Hold up hold up hold up
Let me tell my story
Came up from the bottom
Started out wit nada
Gave em an expeirience
Then turned it into comas
Known to light the loud
Make the club go bananas
Had to just do it
Hobbies turning into checks
Right
Takeover the set
Aint here for play
We up next right
Ones say that you changed
Always wanting handouts
Ignoring all these massages
I let em fan out
All this gas I keep burning
Dont want to ever see the surface
Started heating up
Pen way more deadly then a furnace
Im from baltimore
Some of my homies PG
Up and down 95 they fucking wit the team
Now Hold up

Four One O what I'm repping
Had to state that
Twisting green magic
Oyea we on the way up
First you light up
Then you put it in rotation
Puff till its gone
I keep lighting
LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLaLa
I keep rolling
LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa LaLa
La La La La La



Credits
Writer(s): Cortez Crawley
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