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I'm finna move to LA
Not for the pills but the fame
I'm finna go to the bank
Withdrawal the money for later
I'm just a rapper coming up
Creating this business from nothin'
Part time-jobs, no money to my career in the navy
Guaranteed checks it saved me
Gonna have more features than baby
This the hype song
In a car with your boys
Living life
Here the bass drop
Riding round town
Boutta get down
Raise the roof and i make some sound
The police gotta bounce (Yeah)
We getting hype
We got the lights
And they shining real bright
Go to the club, or we watching a fight
Chillin at home you know the vibes
Take the advice
Do your weekend right (Yeah)
We getting hype
If we all get together not having a dud we know how its done
Make a party from nothing
Wherever whenever we can make it happen
We just enjoying the vibes freestyle rapping
Bass bumping real loud in the back
Two 10's but who's counting (Yeah)
And I know that I should probably be myself
But its hard when those around want me to go to hell
But I'll never sell
Stay in my cell
Let me in on a secret and I will never tell
Never gonna tap you won't here the bell
And you want me back
Oh well
Never needed before
Weren't there when i hit the floor
When i called a dozen times the time was four
No knocking on my door
I coulda lost the war
That i had with myself you coulda found a corpse
But you changed the story
Now don't worry I wont expose who you are
Cause I'm a decent person
Your the furthest
Thoughts are burning
And my mind is hurting
And you wondered what happened to a friend all of a sudden I'm gone
No i was a pawn
I was used like i was pawned
I tried to call
I left a voicemail I was against the wall
But you pushed me deeper like I painted them all
You set me up for a fall
The unknown of mooneyhan I'll haunt them all when I am gone
Dont try to hit me up if you don't wanna brawl
Ill take you one v. one like Lebron I'm standing tall
You'll be unconscious call you a doll
Don't try to get me back i want you no more (Ahhh)
And I know that I should probably be myself
But its hard when those around want me to go to hell
But I'll never sell
Stay in my cell
Let me in on a secret and I will never tell
Never gonna tap you won't here the bell
And you want me back
Oh well
Not for the pills but the fame
I'm finna go to the bank
Withdrawal the money for later
I'm just a rapper coming up
Creating this business from nothin'
Part time-jobs, no money to my career in the navy
Guaranteed checks it saved me
Gonna have more features than baby
This the hype song
In a car with your boys
Living life
Here the bass drop
Riding round town
Boutta get down
Raise the roof and i make some sound
The police gotta bounce (Yeah)
We getting hype
We got the lights
And they shining real bright
Go to the club, or we watching a fight
Chillin at home you know the vibes
Take the advice
Do your weekend right (Yeah)
We getting hype
If we all get together not having a dud we know how its done
Make a party from nothing
Wherever whenever we can make it happen
We just enjoying the vibes freestyle rapping
Bass bumping real loud in the back
Two 10's but who's counting (Yeah)
And I know that I should probably be myself
But its hard when those around want me to go to hell
But I'll never sell
Stay in my cell
Let me in on a secret and I will never tell
Never gonna tap you won't here the bell
And you want me back
Oh well
Never needed before
Weren't there when i hit the floor
When i called a dozen times the time was four
No knocking on my door
I coulda lost the war
That i had with myself you coulda found a corpse
But you changed the story
Now don't worry I wont expose who you are
Cause I'm a decent person
Your the furthest
Thoughts are burning
And my mind is hurting
And you wondered what happened to a friend all of a sudden I'm gone
No i was a pawn
I was used like i was pawned
I tried to call
I left a voicemail I was against the wall
But you pushed me deeper like I painted them all
You set me up for a fall
The unknown of mooneyhan I'll haunt them all when I am gone
Dont try to hit me up if you don't wanna brawl
Ill take you one v. one like Lebron I'm standing tall
You'll be unconscious call you a doll
Don't try to get me back i want you no more (Ahhh)
And I know that I should probably be myself
But its hard when those around want me to go to hell
But I'll never sell
Stay in my cell
Let me in on a secret and I will never tell
Never gonna tap you won't here the bell
And you want me back
Oh well
Credits
Writer(s): Franklin Mooneyhan
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