Ecriture

These niggas looking funny fuck it watch em fold up
Truth be told I know I told ya
I don't think you ready for this level smoke
Big lungs pushing blood watch it rush to ya head its a rush
I know your type
I see you like
I know you well
I wish you well from in a well
Im still learning to unhinge and drop my shoulders relax
I got this pain all in my neck
Setting fires in the hallway hold me accountable
No one told me it was gonna be a really bad day
For me to get in trouble by the law
I support everything different I suppose
I can get in trouble for nothing if its a go
I'm trying to get it while I can
I'm finding trouble woe is me
Have you gotten any sleep
Thats prolly why you fall apart

Gravity still ain't a match for me
These niggas looking funny fuck it watch em fold
Fuck it ball out we can crash the whip
Bad day to get in trouble yelling fuck the law

Something in my body don't feel right
Something about everything hit different
Missions gotta finish till my time's up
Walking on this water like I seen it, in my travels found a dime huh
Triple on the double caught a vibe huh
Holographic coat the body fresh paint
Smoke a zip and then forget the next day
Comparing always gotta steal my joy huh
How the fuck I wake up on the floor I
Really can't complain cause I enjoy I
Know that gravity still ain't a match for me
Sometimes I gotta logout I been catching heat
Couldn't blame my shorty dipped now
Stick it out mama we got cash to get
Fuck it imma ball out you can crash the whip trash the shit

Gravity still ain't a match for me
These Niggas looking funny fuck it watch em fold
Fuck it ball out we can crash the whip
Bad day to get in trouble yelling fuck the law
Fuck the law



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Writer(s): Mark Matheson
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