(47negus)
I gotta
Get with the business i gotta
Jump on these tracks issa trampoline
808 thumpin n bouncin
Im a chocolate bae im too sweet for u
You got sour taste ima need some too
I should prolly leave and go hit the stu
Too sick w the tempos i got the flu
Got a queen swingin above me i call that a rock a bye
Love me, loathe me or both of them ain't enough to make u lie
Adrenaline jumpin in
Channeling and troubling in double
Intelect bubbling
Need intervention
Summoning sanity seeking some solitude, soul searching its all in my mental
(Verse 2: Swazy*)
When im sick bet the mud gon hit like pedialyte
I need it tonight
My bitch ain't gon see me tonight
Dirty my cup maybe not if i see me a sprite
Dont wanna drink that shit ight
Pour up a green apple fanty to clean out the pint
Sike i ain't been thinking shit out ain't been seeing shit right
Double my dose so i know that im sleeping tonight
Price always seem to be right
Glock with a beam its a light
Silencer on it it leave you surprised
I dont sign papers dont read between lines
I got old bread crusty croutons
He send shots you would think im lil jon
Lmfao im like who are yall?
Got ego'd so fast how im doin yall
Im sorry i ain't mean to get involved
(Verse 3: Ashton Heights)
Diminish your image for paper I do not feel that
How could I feel bad
Swear the only direction is up
Money keep coming think I’m in love
Thinking I’m plotting I’m jotting the plan
Pen to the paper I’m blotting this ink
Taking a shot yeah you know that it sink
Like what does this bitch need from me you gon make me lose it
These people play games like I’m mf stupid!
No really who do you think that you are
Playing wit the gang wit the team with the squad
Really this routine we on e boot it up
(Verse 4: 47negus)
I get it
Told ya im shittin on niggas
Im shittin on niggas but u get the picture
The flash of the shutter done came from a different damn typa switch
La di da
We keep on wishing on a brighter future for me and my kindred
And bitches ain't trickin me, nene ain't givin in
Really been here for a minute compressed but not limited
Ballin my form is so perfect, ain't even submitted it
3 stacks like Andre u gettin it?
What is left of the people that do really care about art?
Put my truth in the music so u feel it in ur heart
4 to the 7 my lucky numbers till i fly far
Im crazy im crazy im stackin up to crash an Audemar
Things that make me cry
Thats my fire
Thats what pushes my drive
Thats my fire