Aura (feat. Drivinchi)

Speaking the truth all in the booth it ain't a secret that I got the juice I got the moves watching my shoes they riding my wave like I'm on a cruise I know what you do you peeping the drip Me and my fans attached to the hip Chillin with Dri fly as a blimp Give you the blues I'm hanging with crips I'm about to kill em with the fast flow They don't really want it cause they fragile Hooks hit harder than it's drago Really going off like I'm hassle Understand this ain't no hobby yeah New edition like my name is Bobby You can meet me in the lobby Nothing you can do to stop me Why you tryna mess with me for huh Tryna get my ceenotes up Bring a positive message that's to the people huh Eyes all on me like a preacher uhh Usually i don't talk man I let my fans handle it Go and get your own I ain't with no panhandling Really on fire see my dannn candle lit Who gave me the mic ima man handle it Chasingdreams Got me feening We out here chasing dreams tryna catch em like receivers Heavy on the grind tryna turn you to believers We see you from the hating from the bleachers Coming with the gas hot and ready little Caesars Left my heart in Arizona Found lust in California Got the cunning of a loner Mixed with the demeanor of a stoner That's why I'm Doing it better, Than what they been doing I feel like I'm moving, I feel like I'm grooving I feel like I'm on If anybody wanna tell me differently I got an epiphany Just to prove that they wrong Now, back to the song Back to the fact that I never went home Back to the fact I knew I was grown The moment I stepped out My mother's Pazone Now I'm, in DaZone Like a heavyweight boxer be The game mine Like my name got apostrophe Everybody wanna tell me what I got to be But everybody wanna tell me what not to be Well what do you know I guess I figured it out on my own And now that I'm on I think ima need a clone I can't be the only one To do what I do And know what I know I feel I gotta go get it out on the road I feel like I might just be the real Jon Snow I'm... out in Paris Hearing whispers like Vares I am the fairest So I might pull me an heiress Body is hairless Spit fire so careless Season finale And I'm tryna impale Danares We out here chasing dreams tryna catch em like receivers Heavy on the grind tryna turn you to believers We see you from the hating from the bleachers Coming with the gas hot and ready little Caesars