BLOODY DAWN
This shit is heavenly
Proper toast with the frenemies
You prolly gon never be that nigga who got hella beats
Fuck with my energy, you gon end in a body bag
We got the recipe, what's up with all that phony raps?
Recognize the realest
Yeah we southside niggas
West African killers dining with an Eastern nigga
Fill up the arena, they give a standing ovation
It's crazy, I'm way ahead of you niggas
I'm feeling brazy as hell
Disintegrated we hella faded
I'm celebrated
Shouts to the niggas way back
I call dibs on the cake
Vivid memories, switching lanes like Yohan Blake
Cause lotta felonies
Rest to the greatest
Yeah we racing straight to the cave of Mountain Calvary
Shouts to my maker, we burning devils and calories
Purple lean ain't gon ever trip over cannabis
I bet your bitch on her knees when she see a nigga with the drip
(Yeah)
She put my dick in her purse
Told me that she love a skinny nigga
Pull out my curse
I paint a picture with the rhythm
Shawty all for the cash
Tell me how you really wanna play a nigga for that
Praying to the heavens hope I never kick the bucket early
Pull up in a foreign man I wanna ball like Rockefelly
Niggas got no patience and shit
Just only hate for the gram
My only base for you niggas
Truth is it's late for you now
Green snakes from the mellow chilly waters all on my wave
Televising greatness I do this shit everyday
Pop in a minute, you niggas all in the system
I got the pack looking vicious
You know we rap and you listen
That shit on facts
Colour me bad
Bet you thinking that shit all CAP
Matter of fact, I'd go $80k with the bag
I don't choose the charats
Thinking shit from a grasp
I believe it's a wrap
4am in the stu, it's getting bloody
I pull up in a foreign, nikes all muddy
Staying down to earth with streets niggas that support me nah
Pass the TNT let's light up the industry
Bombs on platforms, spreading our ministry
We painting reality y'all obsessed with luxuries
Claim y'all fresh to death we'd be kings for eternity
Ignoring bad bitches, cuffing black queens
Raising princesses that never lack cream
Our princes got prestige to reign supreme
So while you rat for cheese we pride haunting bigger leagues
I know you feeling some type of way
Neegahs you ain't expect to rise
Raising the stakes against the odds you placed
Flipping the script on the same page they used to write us off
Staying on course to get our props
Started from the bottom with little support and faint applause
To having clearer vision at the top
It's no local voodoo, it's the underground champ.
Proper toast with the frenemies
You prolly gon never be that nigga who got hella beats
Fuck with my energy, you gon end in a body bag
We got the recipe, what's up with all that phony raps?
Recognize the realest
Yeah we southside niggas
West African killers dining with an Eastern nigga
Fill up the arena, they give a standing ovation
It's crazy, I'm way ahead of you niggas
I'm feeling brazy as hell
Disintegrated we hella faded
I'm celebrated
Shouts to the niggas way back
I call dibs on the cake
Vivid memories, switching lanes like Yohan Blake
Cause lotta felonies
Rest to the greatest
Yeah we racing straight to the cave of Mountain Calvary
Shouts to my maker, we burning devils and calories
Purple lean ain't gon ever trip over cannabis
I bet your bitch on her knees when she see a nigga with the drip
(Yeah)
She put my dick in her purse
Told me that she love a skinny nigga
Pull out my curse
I paint a picture with the rhythm
Shawty all for the cash
Tell me how you really wanna play a nigga for that
Praying to the heavens hope I never kick the bucket early
Pull up in a foreign man I wanna ball like Rockefelly
Niggas got no patience and shit
Just only hate for the gram
My only base for you niggas
Truth is it's late for you now
Green snakes from the mellow chilly waters all on my wave
Televising greatness I do this shit everyday
Pop in a minute, you niggas all in the system
I got the pack looking vicious
You know we rap and you listen
That shit on facts
Colour me bad
Bet you thinking that shit all CAP
Matter of fact, I'd go $80k with the bag
I don't choose the charats
Thinking shit from a grasp
I believe it's a wrap
4am in the stu, it's getting bloody
I pull up in a foreign, nikes all muddy
Staying down to earth with streets niggas that support me nah
Pass the TNT let's light up the industry
Bombs on platforms, spreading our ministry
We painting reality y'all obsessed with luxuries
Claim y'all fresh to death we'd be kings for eternity
Ignoring bad bitches, cuffing black queens
Raising princesses that never lack cream
Our princes got prestige to reign supreme
So while you rat for cheese we pride haunting bigger leagues
I know you feeling some type of way
Neegahs you ain't expect to rise
Raising the stakes against the odds you placed
Flipping the script on the same page they used to write us off
Staying on course to get our props
Started from the bottom with little support and faint applause
To having clearer vision at the top
It's no local voodoo, it's the underground champ.
Credits
Writer(s): Brighton Norbert Willa, Edmond Ashirim Motombo, Obi Chibuzor Anthony
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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