La1n
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Wicked, you copy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
They tryna rob my house, we gon spaz out
Got some 45s, hah, you might pass out
Driving out the 75, boutta crash out
Pop out in the pit, uh, we gon thrash out
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, yeah I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
I don't fly no private jets or a fucking Lear
When I ride with my gang, we stay down here
Everywhere I go, I gotta watch my rеar
Everywhere I go, I gotta stay nеar
And I got all these colors on my Murakami shit
I got all these motherfuckin clothes on Miyake shit
And I don't give a damn what they think, I'mma pop my shit
And I don't give a damn what they say, we got rock this shit
And I've been up in the wired, I've been getting higher
And I've been up with your girl, she say you dryer
And I've been up with your girl, she say you a liar
And I've been up with my girl, she say you a crier
Buckles on my belt, on 1017
Riding in that black cat, not the limousine
Riding in that black cat and I'm unseen
Got a couple mags, got a couple beams (yeah)
We don't like ya other shit, so keep it down
And we on some different shit, so keep it hound
And we don't like to hear shit, so keep it drowned
We just pop our other shit and we up now (yeah)
Foggy outside, mist at night
Don't ever play no game, you won't survive
Don't ever play no game, this is life
Don't ever play no game, now is the time
Time to rise, time to fly, yah
Time to rise, time to fly, yah
I've seen days, demise, yah
I've seen days, demise, yah
I spent days alone by myself
I done seen a lot painful shit myself
I done seen a lot stuff out in this wave
I done seen a lot of shit, feeling like Lain
They tryna rob my house, we gon spaz out
Got some 45s, hah, you might pass out
Driving out the 75, boutta crash out
Pop out in the pit, uh, we gon thrash out
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, yeah I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
They tryna rob my house, we gon spaz out
Got some 45s, hah, you might pass out
Driving out the 75, boutta crash out
Pop out in the pit, uh, we gon thrash out
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, yeah I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
I don't fly no private jets or a fucking Lear
When I ride with my gang, we stay down here
Everywhere I go, I gotta watch my rеar
Everywhere I go, I gotta stay nеar
And I got all these colors on my Murakami shit
I got all these motherfuckin clothes on Miyake shit
And I don't give a damn what they think, I'mma pop my shit
And I don't give a damn what they say, we got rock this shit
And I've been up in the wired, I've been getting higher
And I've been up with your girl, she say you dryer
And I've been up with your girl, she say you a liar
And I've been up with my girl, she say you a crier
Buckles on my belt, on 1017
Riding in that black cat, not the limousine
Riding in that black cat and I'm unseen
Got a couple mags, got a couple beams (yeah)
We don't like ya other shit, so keep it down
And we on some different shit, so keep it hound
And we don't like to hear shit, so keep it drowned
We just pop our other shit and we up now (yeah)
Foggy outside, mist at night
Don't ever play no game, you won't survive
Don't ever play no game, this is life
Don't ever play no game, now is the time
Time to rise, time to fly, yah
Time to rise, time to fly, yah
I've seen days, demise, yah
I've seen days, demise, yah
I spent days alone by myself
I done seen a lot painful shit myself
I done seen a lot stuff out in this wave
I done seen a lot of shit, feeling like Lain
They tryna rob my house, we gon spaz out
Got some 45s, hah, you might pass out
Driving out the 75, boutta crash out
Pop out in the pit, uh, we gon thrash out
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, yeah I feel like Lain (hah)
Yeah, bitch I feel like Lain (hah)
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Writer(s): Miles Burrell
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