Lucid
Get off my ass
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
Been through a lot
Young nigga feel like I'm spinning the block
Same shit new day
Damn Why it feel like the same
Flashbacks everyday
I get upset when bitches want play
Nonchalant but I'm feeling a way
I'm on some matador shit today
Get the Bullshit out the way
Fuck a pandemic I'm getting paid
Young nigga getting busy everyday
Dealing with mad bitches in the way
Bought me a bag, flip it today
Whenever I'm mad, I meditate
Whenever you grab, I hesitate
Lucid Shadows got me tripping today
Lucid Dreams got me tripping at night
Lucid drugs help me get through the day
Baby left it was homicide.
Shot through the heart, you to blame.
Said shot through the heart, not Cupid to blame
You giving matrimony scary names
I'm tryna focus on shit that I'm building
You got some mad bitches in the way
I gotta
Get off my ass
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
Woke with a mission
Lorde forgive me for all of my sins
I'm tryna be different
They Glorify murder and celebrate death in my city
Not tryna revisit
No time to re live it
All my memories vivid
Hate the fact that I remember it
I'm tryna buy me a village
We boudta go plunder and pillage
Niggas will pray for they problems
But niggas won't get up and fix it
Tryna buy houses and tryna buy whips
Tryna build wealth I can give to my kids
Yo life is a gamble, my life is a bid
You going off hope, I aim for the win
I gotta
Get off my ass
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
I'm with two women who fucking eachother with me in the middle
Switching positions with me cuz she wanna be in the middle
That come with consequences
Now imma be in her mental
Baby can open her mouth, and she can let me in her dental
Lyrically talented come with an attitude be a man when I'm gentle
I'm more like a caveman, leave it caved in when I be in her middle
It come with a bad back
It come with a toll on the mental
It come with a couple of problems
It come with a couple of issues
So I'm to the bag
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
Been through a lot
Young nigga feel like I'm spinning the block
Same shit new day
Damn Why it feel like the same
Flashbacks everyday
I get upset when bitches want play
Nonchalant but I'm feeling a way
I'm on some matador shit today
Get the Bullshit out the way
Fuck a pandemic I'm getting paid
Young nigga getting busy everyday
Dealing with mad bitches in the way
Bought me a bag, flip it today
Whenever I'm mad, I meditate
Whenever you grab, I hesitate
Lucid Shadows got me tripping today
Lucid Dreams got me tripping at night
Lucid drugs help me get through the day
Baby left it was homicide.
Shot through the heart, you to blame.
Said shot through the heart, not Cupid to blame
You giving matrimony scary names
I'm tryna focus on shit that I'm building
You got some mad bitches in the way
I gotta
Get off my ass
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
Woke with a mission
Lorde forgive me for all of my sins
I'm tryna be different
They Glorify murder and celebrate death in my city
Not tryna revisit
No time to re live it
All my memories vivid
Hate the fact that I remember it
I'm tryna buy me a village
We boudta go plunder and pillage
Niggas will pray for they problems
But niggas won't get up and fix it
Tryna buy houses and tryna buy whips
Tryna build wealth I can give to my kids
Yo life is a gamble, my life is a bid
You going off hope, I aim for the win
I gotta
Get off my ass
Get to the bag, foot on gas
Been through a lot
Times when I feel like I'm spinning the block
I gotta get off my ass
Get to the bag
Ain't worried bout hoes
I'm out here flipping the bag
Stacking my cake I'm worried bout pros
I'm with two women who fucking eachother with me in the middle
Switching positions with me cuz she wanna be in the middle
That come with consequences
Now imma be in her mental
Baby can open her mouth, and she can let me in her dental
Lyrically talented come with an attitude be a man when I'm gentle
I'm more like a caveman, leave it caved in when I be in her middle
It come with a bad back
It come with a toll on the mental
It come with a couple of problems
It come with a couple of issues
So I'm to the bag
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Writer(s): Patrick Cooper
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