Blvck Divmond (Intro)
I'm heading straight to the top you under me
You know that it's God who summon me
I see you looking surprised and stuttering
Y'all bout to witness the fire I'm covered in
All of that hate y'all about, what's up with it
When you open your mouth I'm shutting it
So open your eyes and stop all the lies
You know that's it's power I'm coming with
Kinda Barak in his prime, don't fuck with me
Me and all of my guys the government
Call us corrupt long as money keep coming
Coz soon we be hopping inside that Cullinun
Shawty want fuck with the slime, she troubling
Let cash multiply it's double in
Counting madiz from all of your features
While kicking my feet up, arrive with some of it, ah!!
Stay on my feet,
I been stuck in my ways of the streets
I been ducking away from police
Coz I make bout a k every week
They probably gon' think that I'm selling some weed.
I'm too caught up on making some heat
Holy water I flow on the beat
My foot off ground I can't barely believe
I'm chasing my dreams yeah
I just keep it going
Fuck a shine, my rings keep glowing
I keep Flowing all the time
Swear to God that's how I keep growing
I'm in the stu till the next morning
While y'all snooze off and keep snoring
I swear y'all little boring
And y'all loose y'all focus
Nigga wanna see the brighter days
But they never lighting up their darkest way
I been working late to say I'm getting paid
Came to get a raise I ain't come to play
I swear y'all niggas don't get it
So go to da back and watch me go get it
Coz y'all niggas nigga lack a lot to get with it
Just talking bout smoke knowing you don't have do that shit
Showing chest man don't do that shit
Or you watch a bullet go through your shit
Spray your goonies I doom your shit
Fha fha, my shooter gon' move your shit
Know some dealers gon' move that brick
Like they work at builders, got tools and shit
We eating outchea, more food and drinks
But that presidential need 2 of them things
Man I need more than just a nominee.
I need mills, golden plaques to cover me
Do it independent yelling fuck a deal
Coz that kinda show just don't apply to me
Ex telling me she proud of me
Talking bout how she owe me apologies
My girl flyer than your model is
Got her acting like she won the lottery in this bitch
Boy you know you getting rich
Straight Hennessy what I sip
I be turning up in the VIP
Couple niggas mad but it's fuck how they feel
Coz now that shit is getting real
Swear it's Only ballers in the field
And we very Messi with all the teams
They ain't no got skills
You know that it's God who summon me
I see you looking surprised and stuttering
Y'all bout to witness the fire I'm covered in
All of that hate y'all about, what's up with it
When you open your mouth I'm shutting it
So open your eyes and stop all the lies
You know that's it's power I'm coming with
Kinda Barak in his prime, don't fuck with me
Me and all of my guys the government
Call us corrupt long as money keep coming
Coz soon we be hopping inside that Cullinun
Shawty want fuck with the slime, she troubling
Let cash multiply it's double in
Counting madiz from all of your features
While kicking my feet up, arrive with some of it, ah!!
Stay on my feet,
I been stuck in my ways of the streets
I been ducking away from police
Coz I make bout a k every week
They probably gon' think that I'm selling some weed.
I'm too caught up on making some heat
Holy water I flow on the beat
My foot off ground I can't barely believe
I'm chasing my dreams yeah
I just keep it going
Fuck a shine, my rings keep glowing
I keep Flowing all the time
Swear to God that's how I keep growing
I'm in the stu till the next morning
While y'all snooze off and keep snoring
I swear y'all little boring
And y'all loose y'all focus
Nigga wanna see the brighter days
But they never lighting up their darkest way
I been working late to say I'm getting paid
Came to get a raise I ain't come to play
I swear y'all niggas don't get it
So go to da back and watch me go get it
Coz y'all niggas nigga lack a lot to get with it
Just talking bout smoke knowing you don't have do that shit
Showing chest man don't do that shit
Or you watch a bullet go through your shit
Spray your goonies I doom your shit
Fha fha, my shooter gon' move your shit
Know some dealers gon' move that brick
Like they work at builders, got tools and shit
We eating outchea, more food and drinks
But that presidential need 2 of them things
Man I need more than just a nominee.
I need mills, golden plaques to cover me
Do it independent yelling fuck a deal
Coz that kinda show just don't apply to me
Ex telling me she proud of me
Talking bout how she owe me apologies
My girl flyer than your model is
Got her acting like she won the lottery in this bitch
Boy you know you getting rich
Straight Hennessy what I sip
I be turning up in the VIP
Couple niggas mad but it's fuck how they feel
Coz now that shit is getting real
Swear it's Only ballers in the field
And we very Messi with all the teams
They ain't no got skills
Credits
Writer(s): Buntu Buswana
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