To The Moon
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
You know that I'm African
No hotel Rwanda
Got superpowers Wakanda
I'm whippin cosmo and Wanda
Talkin that magic
If you want smoke
I bring out that static
We do the same thang
But I got the vision
You like a jail
But I'm like a prison
223 got my ass doin division
Make yo ass vanish
Like I'm a magician
For real
For real for real
For real
You know the deal
Don't come correct
Banana clip peel
I'm pourin it up and I fill up my drank
Biscotti on lock that Mufuckah stank
The cost of yo house
Equal what's I'm in bank
I show so much money
They think it's a prank
Freebase Sy
In this bihh
Shordie I'm not simple
Put a hole in yo jaw
I ain't talkin bout no dimple
I Keep heat in the streets that's a greenhouse effect
If a nigga disrespect
He get hit wit this tec
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
Hop in a foreign
I do every morning
Color is orange
To match wit my jordans
Yo music is boring
So it got me snoring
My music ain boring
So why I ain tourin
I really been through a lot
Bros was dubbing me out to go fuck wit a thot
I really been through a lot
Niggas that seen all the money was startin to plot
I really been through a lot
Niggas was callin my phone
They wouldn't leave me alone
Askin a nigga for favors like I ain got shit to handle all on my own
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
You know that I'm African
No hotel Rwanda
Got superpowers Wakanda
I'm whippin cosmo and Wanda
Talkin that magic
If you want smoke
I bring out that static
We do the same thang
But I got the vision
You like a jail
But I'm like a prison
223 got my ass doin division
Make yo ass vanish
Like I'm a magician
For real
For real for real
For real
You know the deal
Don't come correct
Banana clip peel
I'm pourin it up and I fill up my drank
Biscotti on lock that Mufuckah stank
The cost of yo house
Equal what's I'm in bank
I show so much money
They think it's a prank
Freebase Sy
In this bihh
Shordie I'm not simple
Put a hole in yo jaw
I ain't talkin bout no dimple
I Keep heat in the streets that's a greenhouse effect
If a nigga disrespect
He get hit wit this tec
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
Hop in a foreign
I do every morning
Color is orange
To match wit my jordans
Yo music is boring
So it got me snoring
My music ain boring
So why I ain tourin
I really been through a lot
Bros was dubbing me out to go fuck wit a thot
I really been through a lot
Niggas that seen all the money was startin to plot
I really been through a lot
Niggas was callin my phone
They wouldn't leave me alone
Askin a nigga for favors like I ain got shit to handle all on my own
Lotta these niggass be fake
But I don't got time for the hate
Gucci wit Prada today
Wrist froze with the red face yeah
They rattin and they tryna trace
Tryna get me up outta this place
But I ain goin a nigga too straight
These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Syrus Kamara
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