Revelation
Everywhere me carry it 'cah me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me (What is this?)
People a bawl and a scream 'cah we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A suh we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make yuh marrow experience no gravity (KatManDu)
No games, straight facts, what's the plan now?
Niggas wanna come around, ask for handouts
Gotta buy some new designer so I stand out
If a nigga stand up, make him stand down
Know your shawty make you mad she a fan now
I could get a LV, drop a band now
Tryna cop a new whip, bring the Benz out
Niggas' mad, they don't think that I'm the man now
Know a couple niggas— Shh, man, we all low
If my nigga wanna spaz, then we on go
Face shot, news channel so they all know
Raise up, breathe, shock, then I let it go
I be movin' in the crusin' lanes
Sit back, stack bread, and let the movements change
Y'all mad 'cause I'm crusin' while y'all losin', shame
Think Tesla, I don't really move the same, gang
Can't be caught lackin', I'm packin' shit
Bitches keep callin', they draggin' shit
If brody gon' up it, he baggin' shit
My niggas don't talk, they blastin' shit
Most of these niggas don't know that I'm 'bout it
Flexin' my pockets, you know that I count it
Stay lit, bitches is wildin'
Move like a stallion, I love how she ride it
If it ain't green when you call, I'm declinin'
Head in the Benz, and my seat on reclinin'
Ice out the Cuban, I flood it with diamonds
Clothes' so drippy, don't need me a stylist
Find me in the club with a light-skinned baddie
She a straight ten with nice big fatty
Girl, you got friends? Tell 'em hoes get at me
Choose one now, and I got ten addies
Got me some bands, I run up the bag
So niggas don't hop on the plan now
We don't play with the opps, just look at the score
We sendin' up shots when we ran down
I call the connect, he line with me four
Teach you the rules of the game now
Remember the days I was losin'?
I gotta move forward, I got more to gain now
None of my niggas is playin' those games
No, I'm not pussy, so stay in your lane
Got me my brothers, I don't need a gang
.30 like Curry, you know it's gon' bang
Money is all I got time for, rockin' designer and Tom Fords
Lil' niggas is pussy, don't try war, same reason I walk with a .9 for
Walk in the spot, bro, pass me a cup
Passed bro a thooty, but don't fall in love
Why these niggas chattin'? Yo, I'm callin' their—
Why these niggas chattin'? Yo, I'm callin' their bluff
No, I don't care if you tough, you don't wanna make time for it
Clean up nice, whole gang up in Tom Ford
Double the ones 'til we stack us a ton
Real wholesome, even when up, wearin' Concords
Tough with assists, got me feelin' like John Wall
Think it's time that we show off a bit
We been keepin' it humble, you know we legit
I ain't talkin' no toilet, it's clear we the shit
If you standin' for nothin', you fallin' for somethin', uh
Hit up his back 'cause he frontin'
Ain't drop in a minute, I feel like I'm floodin'
We looney with tunes, niggas know that we run it, uh
Hol' on, ayy, uh, what?
I had to give the beat a lil' break
Money on the floor, shit, I got the rake
Thank God it's Friday, new check on the wake
We started a revolution, and the flow so water
I bet you we'd end pollution, but you already know
Calm yet drippy from head to the toe
Last time I checked, we went up like a pedestal
Sorry I changed, left you alone to grow
Bro got the edibles, now it's a festival
Give me the pain, now we put on a show
If you move federal, you gotta—
F-F a green light, 'cause we been on the go, gone
And me know them nah sorry for me (What is this?)
People a bawl and a scream 'cah we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A suh we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make yuh marrow experience no gravity (KatManDu)
No games, straight facts, what's the plan now?
Niggas wanna come around, ask for handouts
Gotta buy some new designer so I stand out
If a nigga stand up, make him stand down
Know your shawty make you mad she a fan now
I could get a LV, drop a band now
Tryna cop a new whip, bring the Benz out
Niggas' mad, they don't think that I'm the man now
Know a couple niggas— Shh, man, we all low
If my nigga wanna spaz, then we on go
Face shot, news channel so they all know
Raise up, breathe, shock, then I let it go
I be movin' in the crusin' lanes
Sit back, stack bread, and let the movements change
Y'all mad 'cause I'm crusin' while y'all losin', shame
Think Tesla, I don't really move the same, gang
Can't be caught lackin', I'm packin' shit
Bitches keep callin', they draggin' shit
If brody gon' up it, he baggin' shit
My niggas don't talk, they blastin' shit
Most of these niggas don't know that I'm 'bout it
Flexin' my pockets, you know that I count it
Stay lit, bitches is wildin'
Move like a stallion, I love how she ride it
If it ain't green when you call, I'm declinin'
Head in the Benz, and my seat on reclinin'
Ice out the Cuban, I flood it with diamonds
Clothes' so drippy, don't need me a stylist
Find me in the club with a light-skinned baddie
She a straight ten with nice big fatty
Girl, you got friends? Tell 'em hoes get at me
Choose one now, and I got ten addies
Got me some bands, I run up the bag
So niggas don't hop on the plan now
We don't play with the opps, just look at the score
We sendin' up shots when we ran down
I call the connect, he line with me four
Teach you the rules of the game now
Remember the days I was losin'?
I gotta move forward, I got more to gain now
None of my niggas is playin' those games
No, I'm not pussy, so stay in your lane
Got me my brothers, I don't need a gang
.30 like Curry, you know it's gon' bang
Money is all I got time for, rockin' designer and Tom Fords
Lil' niggas is pussy, don't try war, same reason I walk with a .9 for
Walk in the spot, bro, pass me a cup
Passed bro a thooty, but don't fall in love
Why these niggas chattin'? Yo, I'm callin' their—
Why these niggas chattin'? Yo, I'm callin' their bluff
No, I don't care if you tough, you don't wanna make time for it
Clean up nice, whole gang up in Tom Ford
Double the ones 'til we stack us a ton
Real wholesome, even when up, wearin' Concords
Tough with assists, got me feelin' like John Wall
Think it's time that we show off a bit
We been keepin' it humble, you know we legit
I ain't talkin' no toilet, it's clear we the shit
If you standin' for nothin', you fallin' for somethin', uh
Hit up his back 'cause he frontin'
Ain't drop in a minute, I feel like I'm floodin'
We looney with tunes, niggas know that we run it, uh
Hol' on, ayy, uh, what?
I had to give the beat a lil' break
Money on the floor, shit, I got the rake
Thank God it's Friday, new check on the wake
We started a revolution, and the flow so water
I bet you we'd end pollution, but you already know
Calm yet drippy from head to the toe
Last time I checked, we went up like a pedestal
Sorry I changed, left you alone to grow
Bro got the edibles, now it's a festival
Give me the pain, now we put on a show
If you move federal, you gotta—
F-F a green light, 'cause we been on the go, gone
Credits
Writer(s): Chibuike Ogbuene, Damilola Alabi, Joshua Patrick Kelly, Katmandu Sounds, Onugba Enojo Paul, Spaceship Billy
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