Sc0r1ng

I'm too up
I ain't been down yet
And the Cone too stuffed
We keep the loudest
Uh
Too much on the mind
I'm never on the decline
We gon get it jumping
Off tequila with the lime
Yeah I'm scoring
Worries fadeaway like it was Jordan
You can't be real if you ain't focused
Nah
Mary prolly make it hard to open up
Sharp eyes so you know they steady scoping us

Duck off
Like we outsourced something private
Came a long way but we still off the hybrid
Pilot Jones
My channel orange and black
My main opponent was slack
Never give enough of that
Im cleaner than scent of Fabuloso
Used to have the e and j
Swerving on the road slow
Nate Hobbs how I'm ducking with a fine
Points on my record
While I'm playing 45s
Hazel got it slappin like black moms and bad kids
Make a lot moves off the web like arachnids
Spanish name but I grew as a black kid
Headed to the top over head where my naps is
Sleeping on me
Shit You got narco
Used to box the whip with no water in a drought thoe
925 Days brought me day ones and bad lives
Now I make hits like it's Americas past time
Gone
Oh so shady like slim
Go oh so crazy
Mind less
Oh so mainey
Got me off of that piff
7 Grams of loud like I cop the Mike Vick
Like this
I'm
Gone
Oh so shady like slim
Go oh so crazy
Mindless
Oh so mainey
Got me off of that piff
7 Grams of loud like
I cop the Mike Vick
Like this

I'm too up
I ain't been down yet
Cone too stuffed
We keep the loudest
Uh
Too much on the mind
I'm never on the decline
We gon get it jumping
Off tequila with the lime
Yeah I'm scoring
Worries fadeaway like it was Jordan
You can't be real if you ain't focused
Nah
Mary prolly make it hard to open up
Sharp eyes so you know they steady scoping us

Kushophrenic
Many strains on the table
Tryna stay sane in the mental
Im a lil off like a Westbrook jumper
Need the luxury
That's some really good comfort
I work too hard for my life to be a 9 to 5
I'm too lethal on the track spitting cyanide
Under all the armour
Sweating but I'm feeling dry
You ain't gotta chase a high just to feel the heights
Niggas been on it like it was new hoverboards
And my cypher keep the balance we on one accord
This the type of shit cello used to slap up in His Ford
No ceilings growth im levitating it from the floor
Bounce back up got me feeling like a bungee cord
Never been a blow out in the game but I up the score
Rich minds know they spirits never ever poor
Can't wait til the whip let me lift the doors

Gone
Oh so shady like slim
Go oh so crazy
Mindless
Oh so mainey
Got me off of that piff
7 Grams of loud like I cop the Mike Vick
Like this
I'm
Gone
Oh so shady like slim
Go oh so crazy
Mindless
Oh so mainey
Got me off of that piff
7 Grams of loud like
I cop the Mike Vick
Like this

I'm too up
I ain't been down yet
Cone too stuffed
We keep the loudest
Uh
Too much on the mind
I'm never on the decline
We gon get it jumping
Off tequila with the lime
Yeah I'm scoring
Worries fadeaway like it was Jordan
You can't be real if you ain't focused
Nah
Mary prolly make it hard to open up
Sharp eyes so you know they steady scoping us



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Writer(s): Mario Goins
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