STEVE HARVEY (feat. Jahkiem)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yes sir, you know what time it is man)
Vibes, nigga
Let's go, uh
(Okay, okay)
I gotta have it, no matter what make it happen
Brotha I come from Athens where dogs probably be snappin'
And paws probably be scratchin'
Withdrawals from all this rappin'
She thought she grabbed my phone
My balls she probably grabbin' for real
She watchin' memes like a skill
I'm tryna eat like a meal
My cousin born in '96, he got the Vizion for real
And I got flows for days, hoes for days
Like Santa random, I capture the flow like a pokeball
I'm probably gon' catch 'em all
I'm ashin' on everybody
Anybody who want the smoke, I'm passin' many bodies
With guts on the ground, Gus got a pound
Quarter cheese and burgers with bread, holdin' us down
McDonald's for my enemies, fifty of 'em envy me
The other fifty don't even know me enough to envy me
You feel me?
But lately I just been feelin' empty
(Ah!)
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Moonrise Kingdom, Kara Hayward way I run away with it
People on the outside know me, I'm degenerate
'Cus I'm flickin' all these titties like they burnt out cigarettes
Matter fact don't pass that back lil' homie, I don't need the rest
I've been goin' way too hard I think I need a rest
But as luck would have it, smokin' clover takin' deeper breaths
Reaching past the limit only angels get to get
Sayin' shit that flies over your head from bit to bit
Dolly Parton, Cooter Brown, ain't messin' with city boys
Shakin' up on fellas, goin' mobile but don't play with toys
Foolin' in the woods and then we rollin' up a sesh
This is ours to take the goods, this is yours to lose the game
Y'all doin' the most just to say the least
I propose a toast to what you say to me
She want a ticket to ride, she'd better pay the fee
This malt liquor inside intoxicatin' me
And fall wither and strides
It all wither and dies
I pop out like surprise
And pick one of my lies
Another one of my loves
My brother Taylor that died
A coward I thought he was
So powerless in his mind
I've died before
And Hell was hot
But there was diamonds on lapels and collars
I've died before
Had to crawl on rocks
But there was diamonds underneath the rot
So I dug deeper
The devil likes to smile, uh
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Fuck heat, I drag my nuts 'cross the beat
This for sneak freaks and all the hustlers' freak sneaks
You pay respect then hit my patna with the green
On corner bumpin' elbows where forks and streets meet
Hashbrown, scrambled egg, pecan the waffle
Make it sweet
I'm All Star by nine so you might just get crushed
Rasputia ain't gettin' up, my pressure don't give a fuck
On Trill Oasis you can't reach me, call that level up
For you's a shovel, 'cuz
You refuse to see the Vizion, talkin' shit and knuckin' buck
(Ahh!)
I've died before
And Hell was hot
But there was diamonds on lapels and collars
I've died before
Had to crawl on rocks
But there was diamonds underneath the rot
So I dug deeper
The devil likes to smile, uh
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Yeah, my mama never told me I was made for this
But damn it, yeah I know she gave all she did
Pops never showed up when I needed him
All he said was, "Son, expect them to dip"
After givin' miles for that inch
Losin' limbs like you're limp
Takin' shots, might as well call it drafted in
And try your best to stay off all that medicine
And love your best to read your fellow man
Like the back of your hand
Sacrificed and said to be on unconventional shit
Huh, I don't know if I believe in it
Huh, yeah, what do you believe in?
Love, I don't know how much I believe in it
Lost, yeah I know that I believe in it
Love, yeah I know that I believe in it
Lost, I don't wanna believe in it
(I don't know what to say man!)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yes sir, you know what time it is man)
Vibes, nigga
Let's go, uh
(Okay, okay)
I gotta have it, no matter what make it happen
Brotha I come from Athens where dogs probably be snappin'
And paws probably be scratchin'
Withdrawals from all this rappin'
She thought she grabbed my phone
My balls she probably grabbin' for real
She watchin' memes like a skill
I'm tryna eat like a meal
My cousin born in '96, he got the Vizion for real
And I got flows for days, hoes for days
Like Santa random, I capture the flow like a pokeball
I'm probably gon' catch 'em all
I'm ashin' on everybody
Anybody who want the smoke, I'm passin' many bodies
With guts on the ground, Gus got a pound
Quarter cheese and burgers with bread, holdin' us down
McDonald's for my enemies, fifty of 'em envy me
The other fifty don't even know me enough to envy me
You feel me?
But lately I just been feelin' empty
(Ah!)
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Moonrise Kingdom, Kara Hayward way I run away with it
People on the outside know me, I'm degenerate
'Cus I'm flickin' all these titties like they burnt out cigarettes
Matter fact don't pass that back lil' homie, I don't need the rest
I've been goin' way too hard I think I need a rest
But as luck would have it, smokin' clover takin' deeper breaths
Reaching past the limit only angels get to get
Sayin' shit that flies over your head from bit to bit
Dolly Parton, Cooter Brown, ain't messin' with city boys
Shakin' up on fellas, goin' mobile but don't play with toys
Foolin' in the woods and then we rollin' up a sesh
This is ours to take the goods, this is yours to lose the game
Y'all doin' the most just to say the least
I propose a toast to what you say to me
She want a ticket to ride, she'd better pay the fee
This malt liquor inside intoxicatin' me
And fall wither and strides
It all wither and dies
I pop out like surprise
And pick one of my lies
Another one of my loves
My brother Taylor that died
A coward I thought he was
So powerless in his mind
I've died before
And Hell was hot
But there was diamonds on lapels and collars
I've died before
Had to crawl on rocks
But there was diamonds underneath the rot
So I dug deeper
The devil likes to smile, uh
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Fuck heat, I drag my nuts 'cross the beat
This for sneak freaks and all the hustlers' freak sneaks
You pay respect then hit my patna with the green
On corner bumpin' elbows where forks and streets meet
Hashbrown, scrambled egg, pecan the waffle
Make it sweet
I'm All Star by nine so you might just get crushed
Rasputia ain't gettin' up, my pressure don't give a fuck
On Trill Oasis you can't reach me, call that level up
For you's a shovel, 'cuz
You refuse to see the Vizion, talkin' shit and knuckin' buck
(Ahh!)
I've died before
And Hell was hot
But there was diamonds on lapels and collars
I've died before
Had to crawl on rocks
But there was diamonds underneath the rot
So I dug deeper
The devil likes to smile, uh
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Crash, burn, lust, sick!
At the bottom there's somethin' hot!
Yeah, my mama never told me I was made for this
But damn it, yeah I know she gave all she did
Pops never showed up when I needed him
All he said was, "Son, expect them to dip"
After givin' miles for that inch
Losin' limbs like you're limp
Takin' shots, might as well call it drafted in
And try your best to stay off all that medicine
And love your best to read your fellow man
Like the back of your hand
Sacrificed and said to be on unconventional shit
Huh, I don't know if I believe in it
Huh, yeah, what do you believe in?
Love, I don't know how much I believe in it
Lost, yeah I know that I believe in it
Love, yeah I know that I believe in it
Lost, I don't wanna believe in it
(I don't know what to say man!)
Credits
Writer(s): The Members Of Sleeper Cell Llc
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