BANG

Hey Adas, give 'em something crazy!

Uh yeah
Shit got strange, life's been different
Got nothing to say like my microphone missin'
Whippin' up daily, boutta light the whole kitchen up
Flames gettin' higher, and I just don't give up
It's been a whole decade now, still on the same shit
Except more headaches, nah no explanation but
We takin' care of it all like fuck a placement
I'm ridin solo but we ain't adjacent
The rule of the day is quit the fake shit
Motherfuckers look the other way and then they shapeshift (Yeah)
My god, goodness gracious
They see we made a hit and then they change clicks (Umm)
That's just not how the game's played
You the same lame from back when we exchanged names
I would blame fame but you not the one poppin'
PS, jealousy's an option
Bang

Like
I remember when stress was at a minimum
Our biggest challenge was getting covered in cinnamon
Filming all types of shit, my brain focused on bringing in
Love, peace, and weed, yeah marijuana was critical
Now I feel like I don't feel the same
I just feel ashamed of these whack hoes
They start to make me feel betrayed
Every night, I try and not to be up late
But these thoughts eating us alive like we're made of steak (Uh)
T-bone, shorty let it be known that
I ain't see no reason for you to be so cold
Got me freezing, but it ain't the VLONE
Got a long way to go before I see home
What you thinking, two of us this weekend can link and do drugs
Sprinkle a little drinking in
Think I'm feelin' the kick, this ship is sinking
Don't let her go cause she'll jack you when you're sleeping, man



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Barela
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