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Chelsea Reject - Go ft. CJ Fly of Pro Era, T'Nah Apex
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chelsea Reject
Chelsea Reject
Performer
Psymun
Psymun
Performer
Chelsea Alexander
Chelsea Alexander
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chelsea Alexander
Chelsea Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Psymun
Psymun
Producer

Letra

If you will it, I'mma kill it Whatcha askin' for, whatcha gon' get If it's true then close your eyes and feel it I'm plottin' on upliftin', with my trillion Is it a go, is it a go Is it a go, is it a go Is it a go Is it real in me Just wanna know, wanna see On the next degree selfie self havin' sit down Like many compounds Words and similes assimilate Mind to fate, assemble 'em late Them in the dirt face-first You need to stop actin' up, woman up Ownin' it is I prosper, one time See my opponent that I conquer, two times Chelsea been a reject You so long now, you can't stop her You imposters, with yo' sponsors And yo' concerts and yo' encore Fly! I been fly like a Concorde You ain't have to see flow like this Cause I'm 'bout to drop like änchor, I mean a anchor Cause the Pros got it in the pocket like handkerchiefs We the new tribe though we ain't gon' chief In the year we smokin' like rituals Just wish me well, I'm hopin' that I'm rich and well Throwin' money like a wishin' well If you will it, I'mma kill it Whatcha askin' for, whatcha gon' get If it's true then close your eyes and feel it Connect the dots, get what I'm feelin', with a trillion Is it a go, is it a go Is it a go, is it a go Is it a go Won't need a main stream to be flowin' in sync 'Bout to fill the raft water, fill the raft, then you go in the sink Talkin' loose, thought we would lose, got me tighten The shit that I might spit won't even stink, still need my Trident Feelin' real mystic, might need my stick and then I might stick My fork into my steak, make no mistake, just suppose I dent That power like Poseidon Is just the god inside him They sayin' it's the praise They raisin' hands when they sing "ahh" hymns Ahem! I never fly when they aimin' I was never the type to go and praise them All I ever really lacked was patience Just wanted to be free like a mason Uh, is that the life you're chasin' I got the heat for the street like cajun Cause you can never decide, you always stuck in yo' mind You're so caged in, outrageous How am I gonna take this To another location, when the devil soul gazin' You better hurry cause the episode changin' I can't take it, and I'm jaded But I played it, and I made it They can't kill my vibe, this amazin' I might testify for the nation A balance of things that think Unsealin' the prophecy Just want the land Think I'mma be whatever I'mma have to be Passin' whole trees Down the avenue with ton of you walkin' too and straight on through But the stairs to clean yo' jewels just spit for free Think I know how much infinity feeds the whole foods God seeds (Somethin's gotta give, gotta pay Gotta live 'nother way) Think I know how much infinity feeds the whole foods God seeds
Writer(s): Stephen David Mcgregor, Clayton Chevugn, Kurt Antonio Delano Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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