OBViOUS (feat. Myles Tha Master, C. Milli & DeZay)
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Turn it up
Got that herb then burn it up
Gas lit straight out the furnace
But that heat ain't burning us
That fire work to us
This is the squad that be getting it done
Anyone wanna come and face death than we got em
Shit isn't a problem
They moving with caution
We moving with purpose who gon be forgotten
Hero's remembered
Legends immortal
You finna be one there ain't no kinda sorta
Can't see a path than you best make a portal
Don't need to be fast but gotta be aural
They reading your aura and feeling your vibe.
You changing the world by just being alive
Your folk finna thrive
You'll grow in their eyes
It's all in design don't fight the design
Keeping it slight, ain't a thief in the night
I believe in my sight
All gas no brakes if we keeping it light
Been perceiving the brights
Ichiban if you deeming him right
No lace if you seeming him right
Milli be a beast or a knight, check mate or you kinging him right
Can't bleed from a plight, never plead for my life
Can't recede from the fight
See the gleam in the eye it's the reason that I
Move with a purpose the season the vibe
Leave em behind
Why do we leave em behind
Chop with that shit all the time
Niggas they talk all the time
All on my grind
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Step in this bitch like
I'm giving out insight
Don't talk about doing it
See what i meant right
They trying to kill us
Won't die in my feelings
If anything, everything all in my hands
Smoking a zip like my lip with the plans
Ship sailing, we retailing
Can't beat better, this peace metta, ah
Came with the squad, never dishonor
Image clear, making it sharper
Know that i'm cutting but not like a barber
Heard they want smoke, so i treat em like marlboro
Stomping the squares, giving a care
Zen so i'm never gon think how i can't
I just be doing, you notice i'm moving
It's nothing until it becomes what it is
Flex big, i don't flex small
Kill this shit on the track, imma murder y'all
Ten toes down to the ground and I'm standing tall
Don't wanna talk a lot but imma get involved
Work work
Young flex nigga gon put in that work
So high baby get on the universe
Plus all that gas got my vision blurred
Been popping off, what you prolly heard
Tweeting ass nigga, he just for da birds
Come back to me and report what you learned
Do what I do when the tables is turned
And work work
Young flex nigga gon put in that work
So high baby get on the universe
Smoking on gas got my vision blurred
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Turn it up
Got that herb then burn it up
Gas lit straight out the furnace
But that heat ain't burning us
That fire work to us
This is the squad that be getting it done
Anyone wanna come and face death than we got em
Shit isn't a problem
They moving with caution
We moving with purpose who gon be forgotten
Hero's remembered
Legends immortal
You finna be one there ain't no kinda sorta
Can't see a path than you best make a portal
Don't need to be fast but gotta be aural
They reading your aura and feeling your vibe.
You changing the world by just being alive
Your folk finna thrive
You'll grow in their eyes
It's all in design don't fight the design
Keeping it slight, ain't a thief in the night
I believe in my sight
All gas no brakes if we keeping it light
Been perceiving the brights
Ichiban if you deeming him right
No lace if you seeming him right
Milli be a beast or a knight, check mate or you kinging him right
Can't bleed from a plight, never plead for my life
Can't recede from the fight
See the gleam in the eye it's the reason that I
Move with a purpose the season the vibe
Leave em behind
Why do we leave em behind
Chop with that shit all the time
Niggas they talk all the time
All on my grind
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Step in this bitch like
I'm giving out insight
Don't talk about doing it
See what i meant right
They trying to kill us
Won't die in my feelings
If anything, everything all in my hands
Smoking a zip like my lip with the plans
Ship sailing, we retailing
Can't beat better, this peace metta, ah
Came with the squad, never dishonor
Image clear, making it sharper
Know that i'm cutting but not like a barber
Heard they want smoke, so i treat em like marlboro
Stomping the squares, giving a care
Zen so i'm never gon think how i can't
I just be doing, you notice i'm moving
It's nothing until it becomes what it is
Flex big, i don't flex small
Kill this shit on the track, imma murder y'all
Ten toes down to the ground and I'm standing tall
Don't wanna talk a lot but imma get involved
Work work
Young flex nigga gon put in that work
So high baby get on the universe
Plus all that gas got my vision blurred
Been popping off, what you prolly heard
Tweeting ass nigga, he just for da birds
Come back to me and report what you learned
Do what I do when the tables is turned
And work work
Young flex nigga gon put in that work
So high baby get on the universe
Smoking on gas got my vision blurred
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to an island, like providence
Stay ready, so we rolling, they onto us, so we
Step up in this bitch like ain't it obvious
Masters of our own, ain't no novices
On the road to the top, all gas, won't stop
Ain't no time to give a fuck what they think
Credits
Writer(s): Tyréc Robinson
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