Zelda
Dance with lions
Tell my story gone wish that I'm lyin
All the greats gonna tell me I'm fire
Private jet I can sleep wit the pilot
But they don't know I really struggle I'm trying
All my nigga say give it some time
They Wanted me locked up
Opt out
Ain even give me fine
I got all of the hits on my mind
I spit fire in lit by design
Cuban links for my criminal ties
Cuban hits for subliminal lines
Pray you ain talking me
The nigga I Roll wit well they don't really take it lightly
My life is a thriller ain to much filler
Take caution the shit can get frighning
Alotta niggas don't like me
If I was locked yeah them niggas won't write me
Not a killer well shit yeah I might be
Like a plumber ya bitch having pipe dreams
Out the country she just wanna Skype me
Wear my drip she a personal hype beast
1 n nothing she A certified dime piece
Want a check like she love her some Nike
Fly her to Florida prolly
Like we practiced no hoing in prada Jeans
Gotta be real important to follow me
Shit you gotta afford it to vibe wit me
All these niggas my clones it's a lotta me
All these haters keep saying they proud of me
How you know when you doing it properly
Do my own thing change the mood of the prophecy
Heard em talking they saying I'm kinda lit
Broady hit me and told me he got a lick
Jackie Chan on them drugs cause it gotta kick
So many choices sometimes it be hard to pick
Issa movie she wanna be part of it
At the register hoping the card'll hit
Futuristic I'm shitting my car a ship
Head of my time i go hard as the carter 6
Acting out On me pop out wit a harder script
Quarter 4 if we down I come off the bench
I wanna score I put all of my heart in it
Bitch I'm ai I crossover dont call a pick
Now they mad on the court like who guard him
I said sorry I'm shittin like pardon him
You know He from the citty you know it's a part of him
Nobody here so I guess put it all on him
Then it's a dance with lions
Tell my story goin wish that I'm lyin
All the greats gonna tell me I'm fire
Privet jet I can sleep wit the pilot
They don't know that I really struggle I'm trying
All my nigga say give it some time
They Wanted me locked up
Opt out
Ain even give me fine
Tell my story gone wish that I'm lyin
All the greats gonna tell me I'm fire
Private jet I can sleep wit the pilot
But they don't know I really struggle I'm trying
All my nigga say give it some time
They Wanted me locked up
Opt out
Ain even give me fine
I got all of the hits on my mind
I spit fire in lit by design
Cuban links for my criminal ties
Cuban hits for subliminal lines
Pray you ain talking me
The nigga I Roll wit well they don't really take it lightly
My life is a thriller ain to much filler
Take caution the shit can get frighning
Alotta niggas don't like me
If I was locked yeah them niggas won't write me
Not a killer well shit yeah I might be
Like a plumber ya bitch having pipe dreams
Out the country she just wanna Skype me
Wear my drip she a personal hype beast
1 n nothing she A certified dime piece
Want a check like she love her some Nike
Fly her to Florida prolly
Like we practiced no hoing in prada Jeans
Gotta be real important to follow me
Shit you gotta afford it to vibe wit me
All these niggas my clones it's a lotta me
All these haters keep saying they proud of me
How you know when you doing it properly
Do my own thing change the mood of the prophecy
Heard em talking they saying I'm kinda lit
Broady hit me and told me he got a lick
Jackie Chan on them drugs cause it gotta kick
So many choices sometimes it be hard to pick
Issa movie she wanna be part of it
At the register hoping the card'll hit
Futuristic I'm shitting my car a ship
Head of my time i go hard as the carter 6
Acting out On me pop out wit a harder script
Quarter 4 if we down I come off the bench
I wanna score I put all of my heart in it
Bitch I'm ai I crossover dont call a pick
Now they mad on the court like who guard him
I said sorry I'm shittin like pardon him
You know He from the citty you know it's a part of him
Nobody here so I guess put it all on him
Then it's a dance with lions
Tell my story goin wish that I'm lyin
All the greats gonna tell me I'm fire
Privet jet I can sleep wit the pilot
They don't know that I really struggle I'm trying
All my nigga say give it some time
They Wanted me locked up
Opt out
Ain even give me fine
Credits
Writer(s): Nechemiah Duggins
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