hope
Mm Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, aye
Up in my head like
This don't feel right
Same feeling last night
Walking on the turnpike
I'm tryna find light
But darkness got the bond tight
I got a strong type
And question why it's not bright
Ain't catch the vibe right
20-20 hindsight
Fighting for the limelight
It's gon be a long night
I keep the rhymes tight
Recite em on the mic
Ain't no answers in sight
It's still a good night
She bout bad as Acolyte
But nothin cure my appetite
I think I'm color blind cause
These days it's all black and white
I'm tryna blow like dynamite
The process needs to expedite
I plan it through the day and night
It's not much else that cross my mind
Will it find me I don't know
Can't try it at the store
Supply these stupid flows
I get stupid low
Die lit Carti flow
We wildin at the show
I'm stylish wit the clothes
Stylist, never bro
Mm Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Fuck with no lights all night long
Imma fuckin right all my wrongs
All my fuckin life I'm locked in
I don't care the price no, price no, sun's low
Eenie, meenie, miney, poppin tags up at the store
I'm with the bros
Lookin at my wrist its full of gold
Lookin at my fist don't grip no pole
She a Killer Frost and no one know
I'm in a Flash, I think we go
Will it find me I don't know
Can't buy it at the store
Supply these rapid flows
I'm rhyming like no one knows
Die lit Carti flow
Get violent at the show
Provide love to my hoe
A stylist, never bro
It get pricey, it get pricey
She a Pisces, she a Pisces
Say she don't like me, she don't like me
(but she lying, she love it)
My neck get icy, it get icy
yeah aye
Eenie, meenie, miney, pick a hoe up at the show just on the low
Lookin at my wrist it's full of snow
Lookin at my girl she kinda cold
Get the profit no one know
Making art aye, Vincent Van Gogh
Up in my head like
This don't feel right
Same feeling last night
Walking on the turnpike
I'm tryna find light
But darkness got the bond tight
I got a strong type
And question why it's not bright
Ain't catch the vibe right
20-20 hindsight
Fighting for the limelight
It's gon be a long night
I keep the rhymes tight
Recite em on the mic
Ain't no answers in sight
It's still a good night
Mm Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, aye
Up in my head like
This don't feel right
Same feeling last night
Walking on the turnpike
I'm tryna find light
But darkness got the bond tight
I got a strong type
And question why it's not bright
Ain't catch the vibe right
20-20 hindsight
Fighting for the limelight
It's gon be a long night
I keep the rhymes tight
Recite em on the mic
Ain't no answers in sight
It's still a good night
She bout bad as Acolyte
But nothin cure my appetite
I think I'm color blind cause
These days it's all black and white
I'm tryna blow like dynamite
The process needs to expedite
I plan it through the day and night
It's not much else that cross my mind
Will it find me I don't know
Can't try it at the store
Supply these stupid flows
I get stupid low
Die lit Carti flow
We wildin at the show
I'm stylish wit the clothes
Stylist, never bro
Mm Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
Fuck with no lights all night long
Imma fuckin right all my wrongs
All my fuckin life I'm locked in
I don't care the price no, price no, sun's low
Eenie, meenie, miney, poppin tags up at the store
I'm with the bros
Lookin at my wrist its full of gold
Lookin at my fist don't grip no pole
She a Killer Frost and no one know
I'm in a Flash, I think we go
Will it find me I don't know
Can't buy it at the store
Supply these rapid flows
I'm rhyming like no one knows
Die lit Carti flow
Get violent at the show
Provide love to my hoe
A stylist, never bro
It get pricey, it get pricey
She a Pisces, she a Pisces
Say she don't like me, she don't like me
(but she lying, she love it)
My neck get icy, it get icy
yeah aye
Eenie, meenie, miney, pick a hoe up at the show just on the low
Lookin at my wrist it's full of snow
Lookin at my girl she kinda cold
Get the profit no one know
Making art aye, Vincent Van Gogh
Up in my head like
This don't feel right
Same feeling last night
Walking on the turnpike
I'm tryna find light
But darkness got the bond tight
I got a strong type
And question why it's not bright
Ain't catch the vibe right
20-20 hindsight
Fighting for the limelight
It's gon be a long night
I keep the rhymes tight
Recite em on the mic
Ain't no answers in sight
It's still a good night
Mm Yeah, oh, oh, yeah
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Writer(s): Morgan Cone
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