The Lights (Single Version)
All the lights and the braze back
Type of shit I gotta braid back
Way back posted in the wave caps
Wave back while you in the same trap
Same system I ain't never get it
Ima just get it then set it off
Hollywood hillers
Them late night thrillers
(Them late night thrillers)
On the mic killers
Took Nevada trips just like Mike Jack's villa
All the lights flashing
Like passionate dilla's
Niggas brittle like wafers cookie like nilla
Question my talent
Questions who real
Wake up flex
We still with X
I ain't off x
Lately stressed
I need my rest
The fam impressed
Them boys is pressed
They hate I win
Niggas hate you on the low
Then call me twin
Niggas goin Hollywood
I ain't like them
Niggas make it out the hood
See change in them
Everybody switching up
The pipe extend on T
Relay ran
I'm runnin shit for free
I'm more like love to start shit
I'm more on that shiny car shit
I'm more like VMA's
But I'm still outside tryna park the car bitch
Still tryna get it poppin
Payed for them titties
Now you got them titties rockin
Titties rockin
City poppin
We got the party promoters
And vultures we global
Flash like I'm running light
Gotta do it right
Even on the throwback
Paparazzi with the lights
Pollo with the Midas
All I touch is gold stacks
Niggas come around bite anything original
But you know that
But you know that
Know that
Lights get bright in them chains
But I still won't change
Hope I still feel the same
But
I know
I know
Y'all cooking with spice men
Bitch I'm cooking white rice man
Necklace on me double G
Nigga freeze freeze, I'm the iceman
Yeah I'm nice and I'm still serving
All the lights niggas been swerving
Stay urgent for a cross you over fingeroll ya woman like I'm KAI Irving
No filay
No filler
Young nigga
No jiggas
God figure
God's plan instrumental
I been winning
Goddamn
Will you live or make a living
I am
Doing both
Ima buy a boat
Just to go coast to coast
I'm lying
Staying humble
Making money
Saving money
Just to learn it never really mean nothing
What you earn never closing the discussion
I been burned, done dirty wit a budget
Switched up, instead of doing it for commas
Switched up, now I do it for my momma
Switched up, do it for my future wife
Switched up, so much think twice
Then I think again just to think it over
Thinking to myself I am my biggest vice
Keep your soul rich you never die
Since my soul rich I'm never broke
So in my will I leave a ghost, and a couple quotes
Word to Jigga, word to Hov
Got a blueprint made of gold
And I don't give a fuck about the lights
They ain't ever change a nigga soul
Lights get bright in them chains
And I still feel the same
And I'm gon' stay the same
And I been made man
The vision won't ever be crystal clear
And I know that the water murky
Don't let nothing hurt me
Cause i know it's gon disappear
See what I did was I kept it solid the whole time
Still won't change
I created this shit (I know)
We made this shit
And nobody can take that away from me forever
Even after I motherfucking die in this bitch
I'm in my peak for real, I found my peace for real
Bright in them chains
If I'm gon' try I'm gon' try til the end
I know
All the lights and the braze back
Type of shit I gotta braid back
Type of shit I gotta braid back
Way back posted in the wave caps
Wave back while you in the same trap
Same system I ain't never get it
Ima just get it then set it off
Hollywood hillers
Them late night thrillers
(Them late night thrillers)
On the mic killers
Took Nevada trips just like Mike Jack's villa
All the lights flashing
Like passionate dilla's
Niggas brittle like wafers cookie like nilla
Question my talent
Questions who real
Wake up flex
We still with X
I ain't off x
Lately stressed
I need my rest
The fam impressed
Them boys is pressed
They hate I win
Niggas hate you on the low
Then call me twin
Niggas goin Hollywood
I ain't like them
Niggas make it out the hood
See change in them
Everybody switching up
The pipe extend on T
Relay ran
I'm runnin shit for free
I'm more like love to start shit
I'm more on that shiny car shit
I'm more like VMA's
But I'm still outside tryna park the car bitch
Still tryna get it poppin
Payed for them titties
Now you got them titties rockin
Titties rockin
City poppin
We got the party promoters
And vultures we global
Flash like I'm running light
Gotta do it right
Even on the throwback
Paparazzi with the lights
Pollo with the Midas
All I touch is gold stacks
Niggas come around bite anything original
But you know that
But you know that
Know that
Lights get bright in them chains
But I still won't change
Hope I still feel the same
But
I know
I know
Y'all cooking with spice men
Bitch I'm cooking white rice man
Necklace on me double G
Nigga freeze freeze, I'm the iceman
Yeah I'm nice and I'm still serving
All the lights niggas been swerving
Stay urgent for a cross you over fingeroll ya woman like I'm KAI Irving
No filay
No filler
Young nigga
No jiggas
God figure
God's plan instrumental
I been winning
Goddamn
Will you live or make a living
I am
Doing both
Ima buy a boat
Just to go coast to coast
I'm lying
Staying humble
Making money
Saving money
Just to learn it never really mean nothing
What you earn never closing the discussion
I been burned, done dirty wit a budget
Switched up, instead of doing it for commas
Switched up, now I do it for my momma
Switched up, do it for my future wife
Switched up, so much think twice
Then I think again just to think it over
Thinking to myself I am my biggest vice
Keep your soul rich you never die
Since my soul rich I'm never broke
So in my will I leave a ghost, and a couple quotes
Word to Jigga, word to Hov
Got a blueprint made of gold
And I don't give a fuck about the lights
They ain't ever change a nigga soul
Lights get bright in them chains
And I still feel the same
And I'm gon' stay the same
And I been made man
The vision won't ever be crystal clear
And I know that the water murky
Don't let nothing hurt me
Cause i know it's gon disappear
See what I did was I kept it solid the whole time
Still won't change
I created this shit (I know)
We made this shit
And nobody can take that away from me forever
Even after I motherfucking die in this bitch
I'm in my peak for real, I found my peace for real
Bright in them chains
If I'm gon' try I'm gon' try til the end
I know
All the lights and the braze back
Type of shit I gotta braid back
Credits
Writer(s): Alex-mario Grizzelle
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