Lyrics

Yeah No short cuts when it came to writing this Feeling blessed now where a nigga finding this Throw some crosses on your neck Holy water on the flesh 'cause the sun be spitting like he possessed When I drop it's like heat compressed Man, my shit past the speaker test Told my dawg "Put the gun on rest" I'ma kill 'em with my bare mouth No need to put a strap out Young Eagle never back out 'Til Madison Square Garden packed out And my shit on the corner, like a nigga moving packs now Throw some flowers on my grandma grave (Ouu) She gon' open up the way, we gon' fill up the safe Never rap for the dollar, man I rap for my mama And I rap for my brothers, light the candle for my father We gon' light up the sky (Let that shit breathe) We gon' light up the skies Gave birth to the young prodigy you can see it in his eyes Man them rappers full of lies, and I ain't got the time I'm only 25 with 25 to go Niggas say they fire but I know they blowin' smoke (Uh) Careful who you call the GOAT And I got the game by the throat Young Eagle goin' ape, and you ain't gotta tell I can tell you all my secrets if you swear to never tell Got some killers who gon' kill for me Got some brothers who ain't never seen bail How you win if you don't fail? Flow like Niagara, like I'm Redveil Man I made it out the motherfuckin' bottom Got my foot on the motherfuckin' throttle Niggas want Yellow huh? That's that old shit Man it's beige season, now I can afford this shit Crib look like a fortress bitch Can't fuck with that I don't snort no shit Can't front with these bums Eagle is somewhere in the sun I always felt like I had to go to uh, the 1st World You know like USA to be specific But instead I'ma make them niggas come to me You looking for the muhfuckin' greatest, he's here nigga! The sun
Writer(s): Mahlatse Lepako, Shane Patrick Hughes, Thabang Mashianoke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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