Listen to Daylight Savings (feat. J Soulja) by Brecreation

Daylight Savings (feat. J Soulja)

Brecreation

Hip-Hop/Rap

2,333 Shazams

Lyrics

Possibly they wanna switch up the philosophy A couple stories in the vault you would not believe Thank god I'm riding with a team that would Die for me Soon I'll be fillin' up a coliseum or arena You trippin' like molly water, Aquafina They could put me next to any emcee Still you can't see me like I'm John Cena Testin' my patience Bitches change like daylight savings But they stayin' in the same location So I'm out to make money, won't make friends Lotta things restin' on my soul Been the breadwinner, bringin' home the bacon Raw paper king size, put an eighth in it Then come alive, call it reincarnation I know everything that glitters ain't gold Zirconium, the real deal, but I'm feelin' like the only one You owe me sumn, you frontin' with a Rollie on You really chasin' after nothin like it's Pokemon Go Yeah, go, go in the game, I'm a giant Like fee fi fo Fun fact, bust back, let me reach my goal Still hot, 350 degrees, I am on I know, seems psycho But I see a stop sign as a green light though Been head drive, but I need Geico Some of y'all ideas gettin' recycled, Ha She look exotic, I get excited Then I'm inside it, ready to cry That pussy a prize, it'd be my demise But dammit I like it, huh Aye, possibly they wanna switch up the philosophy A couple stories in the vault, you would not believe Thank God I'm ridin' with a team that would die for me Soon I'll be fillin' up a coliseum or arena You trippin' like Molly Water, Aquafina They could put me next to any emcee Still you can't see me like I'm John Cena Testin' my patience Bitches change like daylight savings But they stayin' in the same location So I'm out to make money, won't make friends Lotta things restin' on my soul Been the breadwinner, bringin' home the bacon Raw paper king size, put an eighth in it Then come alive, call it reincarnation I know everything that glitters ain't gold Been the one to put a rapper in a headlock Been repped my first steps with some deadstocks I break an eight then get it twisted like some dreadlocks My lil' nigga can't know with the red eye I did it biggie on a bitch like it's best out Giant with it, don't hit my line unless supplying digits I multiply, no dividing with it Can't let them slide, never Even though I'm icy with it, I'm kinda pricey with it Baby pullin' on my zipper, kinda feisty with it In my presence, know I'm highly gifted Shine hard on them even when the lights is missing Tryna cross me like you might be Christian But I hope that the Lord is with you, pray to God though I do this cause I'm passionate My elevation so elaborate Well ahead, thinking back of me, that's catastrophe Every line is a masterpiece, I masterminded master me, mad at me Probably cause the cash with me I ran it up like a athlete Four flat to the racks, they ain't fast as me Address me as your majesty Young king to you cubs, I ain't lyin' about it This a dunk when I touch like I'm Zion about it And bring an end to your world like I'm Mayan about it, lil' bitch Aye, possibly they wanna switch up the philosophy A couple stories in the vault, you would not believe Thank God I'm ridin' with a team that would die for me Soon I'll be fillin' up a coliseum or arena You trippin' like Molly Water, Aquafina They could put me next to any emcee Still you can't see me like I'm John Cena Testin' my patience Bitches change like daylight savings But they stayin' in the same location So I'm out to make money, won't make friends Lotta things restin' on my soul Been the breadwinner, bringin' home the bacon Raw paper king size, put an eighth in it Then come alive, call it reincarnation I know everything that glitters ain't gold
Writer(s): Jacob Seiniger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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