SPIRIT BOMB
Energy
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout' chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Run up them racks infinity (Yea, run up them racks, aye)
Run up them racks inifinity (Uh uh)
Niggas get taxed remember me
Told nigga pass the remedy (Uh uh)
I pull out them racks she gon' bend for me
I'm the one who they pretend to be (Uh uh)
You need 20 for 10 a P
Percocet baby, that's why yo' bitch send for me (Uh uh)
Thats how this shit tend to be
I got designer on me and designer my weed
So I know how to flex on my enemies
If you take something from me, Im not coming for peace
You gon' see who gon' flex on these penalties
Niggas want smoke til' I flash and then he see
I don't need Dussè, I don't need Hennessy
I don't need 2k ball out regularly
Pass the smoke Im blastin' energy (I need yo)
Energy
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' motha fuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Fish-tailing out the lot
Niggas don't know what got into me
I want You niggas in the dirt
I don't do too many frenemies
On god, I don't do the fraud
Or the bitch nigga identities
(On God, I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities)
Niggas don't know what got into me
Look at my life it's a mystery
How I made it this far with no penitentiary
Call that the lick of the century (Yea)
I got fye' like a walking dispensary
Don't try to hop on the wave (Bitch)
Young nigga reppin' the east like Dave
Take it to the west Kanye
Nigga we the best, DJ Khaled back in the day
Staying out the way
Staying out the grave
Locked in the cave
Cooking up shit better than yo' favorite rappers
Clever as shit, I'm with a bad bitch
Smoking better than yo' favorite trappers
Waste of life, You niggas is actors
(I need yo)
Energy
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Fishtailing out the lot
Niggas don't know what got into me
I want You niggas in the dirt
I don't do too many frenemies
On god, I don't do the fraud
Or the bitch nigga identities
(On god I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities)
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout' chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Run up them racks infinity (Yea, run up them racks, aye)
Run up them racks inifinity (Uh uh)
Niggas get taxed remember me
Told nigga pass the remedy (Uh uh)
I pull out them racks she gon' bend for me
I'm the one who they pretend to be (Uh uh)
You need 20 for 10 a P
Percocet baby, that's why yo' bitch send for me (Uh uh)
Thats how this shit tend to be
I got designer on me and designer my weed
So I know how to flex on my enemies
If you take something from me, Im not coming for peace
You gon' see who gon' flex on these penalties
Niggas want smoke til' I flash and then he see
I don't need Dussè, I don't need Hennessy
I don't need 2k ball out regularly
Pass the smoke Im blastin' energy (I need yo)
Energy
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' motha fuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Fish-tailing out the lot
Niggas don't know what got into me
I want You niggas in the dirt
I don't do too many frenemies
On god, I don't do the fraud
Or the bitch nigga identities
(On God, I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities)
Niggas don't know what got into me
Look at my life it's a mystery
How I made it this far with no penitentiary
Call that the lick of the century (Yea)
I got fye' like a walking dispensary
Don't try to hop on the wave (Bitch)
Young nigga reppin' the east like Dave
Take it to the west Kanye
Nigga we the best, DJ Khaled back in the day
Staying out the way
Staying out the grave
Locked in the cave
Cooking up shit better than yo' favorite rappers
Clever as shit, I'm with a bad bitch
Smoking better than yo' favorite trappers
Waste of life, You niggas is actors
(I need yo)
Energy
I need yo' mothafuckin' energy
I need dat' mothafuckin' synergy
All my foes done turned to memories
Talkin bout chill You killing me
Parked on the curb a Benz, a Porsche, Infiniti's
Fishtailing out the lot
Niggas don't know what got into me
I want You niggas in the dirt
I don't do too many frenemies
On god, I don't do the fraud
Or the bitch nigga identities
(On god I don't do the fraud or the bitch nigga identities)
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Patrick
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