Life Under The Scope
Yeah
(Where haven't we been yet)
Fool
(Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been
(Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah
(Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya falling
The only reason the cameras out when ya walking
The only reason they listening when ya talking
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers trying figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowing we belong on the top
But we ain't tripping
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't ticking
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwing parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showing
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Banging my sound from the wall mounts
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Yeah
Vintage egg chairs hanging from the ceiling
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twisting
On a mission and I'm fishing for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
(Where haven't we been yet)
Fool
(Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been
(Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah
(Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media... Press)
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya falling
The only reason the cameras out when ya walking
The only reason they listening when ya talking
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers trying figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowing we belong on the top
But we ain't tripping
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't ticking
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwing parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showing
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Banging my sound from the wall mounts
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Yeah
Vintage egg chairs hanging from the ceiling
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twisting
On a mission and I'm fishing for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
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Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Shante Franklin
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