PRESS START (feat. Pretty Blicky)
High as heavenly bell and hella deceased
Smell the breeze, It be pelican weather
Let up ya sleeves
Beast never sleeps
Hellen the Keller could tell I'm heat
Fella please
Might as well tell her
To measure hell in degrees
Tell the tellers I bet I get cheddar cheese
You sharp as your fathers cleats
I'm sharp enough with a thought
To cleave bark clean off of the trees
Going hard for my team like
Duke go hard for GD
But flow like 'who called for the seas
Can't believe you thought my failure was an option
Choose a song, stupid
You was wrong, I been hot since
Locksmith, they get locked up
I get locked in
Educated, those who debated
Ain't been fucking with the god since
If you half the gangsta I is
You'd put up and trap ya way through college
Like I did
Claiming you the captain
Taking selfies in the cockpit
But ain't been off the ground
I'm in the clouds, stop the nonesense
All the love they pumped me up with was fake
I never had a real connection dog
I'm stuck in my Waze
Far too busy for busy bodies
Throwing mud on my name
Cuz nowadays, I can sneeze
Scratch my nuts and get paid
I tell 'em
If I go scrolling through the last five years of phone calls
And your ass not there
I tell 'em
If I go scrolling through the last five years of phone calls
And your ass not there
Yeah
I'm back B
Black beast
Fuck you for each and every time
You scrolled past me
Or waited til everybody else
Found out I was nasty
Pretty Blicky a proper G
He not for the actin
Masked up with a black tee
Skepta, Black air forces when I run into your home
Ring Ring pussy
It's your mummy on the phone
It was real funny
I was showing love where none was shown
Now that nigga, act like Tigger
I got caps for your dome
Uh
Word to Exavier, we flavor in ya ear
Many gangstas rising up
But most ain't great as they appear
I own a charity
A nonprofit clothing line
And yeah, I'm proud of it cuhs
What the fuck you did with your year
I tell em
If I go scrolling through the last five years
Of phone calls
And your ass not there
I tell em
If I go scrolling through the last five years
Of phone calls
And your ass not there
Part two coming soon
Smell the breeze, It be pelican weather
Let up ya sleeves
Beast never sleeps
Hellen the Keller could tell I'm heat
Fella please
Might as well tell her
To measure hell in degrees
Tell the tellers I bet I get cheddar cheese
You sharp as your fathers cleats
I'm sharp enough with a thought
To cleave bark clean off of the trees
Going hard for my team like
Duke go hard for GD
But flow like 'who called for the seas
Can't believe you thought my failure was an option
Choose a song, stupid
You was wrong, I been hot since
Locksmith, they get locked up
I get locked in
Educated, those who debated
Ain't been fucking with the god since
If you half the gangsta I is
You'd put up and trap ya way through college
Like I did
Claiming you the captain
Taking selfies in the cockpit
But ain't been off the ground
I'm in the clouds, stop the nonesense
All the love they pumped me up with was fake
I never had a real connection dog
I'm stuck in my Waze
Far too busy for busy bodies
Throwing mud on my name
Cuz nowadays, I can sneeze
Scratch my nuts and get paid
I tell 'em
If I go scrolling through the last five years of phone calls
And your ass not there
I tell 'em
If I go scrolling through the last five years of phone calls
And your ass not there
Yeah
I'm back B
Black beast
Fuck you for each and every time
You scrolled past me
Or waited til everybody else
Found out I was nasty
Pretty Blicky a proper G
He not for the actin
Masked up with a black tee
Skepta, Black air forces when I run into your home
Ring Ring pussy
It's your mummy on the phone
It was real funny
I was showing love where none was shown
Now that nigga, act like Tigger
I got caps for your dome
Uh
Word to Exavier, we flavor in ya ear
Many gangstas rising up
But most ain't great as they appear
I own a charity
A nonprofit clothing line
And yeah, I'm proud of it cuhs
What the fuck you did with your year
I tell em
If I go scrolling through the last five years
Of phone calls
And your ass not there
I tell em
If I go scrolling through the last five years
Of phone calls
And your ass not there
Part two coming soon
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Rowland
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