Lyrics

You listen to everything I say I'm pressing buttons like a soul controller So much money in the bag on my back I almost broke a shoulder I told that lil bitch on the phone if she broke don't come over Made some bands off my ex bitch now she broke so I sold her Droppin' rocks on you niggas head like a broken boulder Think my nigga hackin' my files cause he wouldn't show the folder Finna go on a eerie adventure call it scary roller coaster Even if you tried you wouldn't work like a broken toaster Tried to pull strap out too quick I think I broke the holster Showed her the way to open up her mind but that ain't all I showed her Blood keepin' my heart warm but it's still getting colder Stuck like a mannequin but I'm still sittin' sober That's just the intermission Muzzle cut you off while you talkin' it won't let you finish Catch me at the church every Sunday cause I'm steady sinnin' Put my shades on here comes the sun like I'm John Lennon You ah switch up like a transformer not talking shia labeouf Third eye since I was a kid I ain't just wakin' up Got off my ass started working I wasn't making bread enough Talk crazy these bullets ah leave you filled like a full cup Take a hit of this gas halfway thru it leave you full stuck No tool belt on my waist but I still got the tool tucked Rappin to the mic but it's heat so I blew it up Bitch i got a perc in my mouth I'm finna chew it up I'm just talking spicy You feel some typa way put the strap down come and fight me I'm just talking stupid If you run up quick i knock you outta space I ain't talkin' pluto My bars is getting scary Even If you put that strap in my face you still couldn't scare me Fuck it I'm finna blast off I can feel my aura buildin up Beat got me Feelin like weezy cause I'll never get my ceilings touched Still dropping no hooks you really can't fuck with me Started rapping made a plan now the shit is stuck with me Ona higher astral plane With all you sitting under me You can feel me in real life but mentally ain't touching me WeBeenSpiritual the label we don't do no mumbling Getting to the bag can't even see my team fumbling Taking it slow but still keep the experience humbling Ima keep dropping heat you gon feel it like the sun degrees WeBeenSpiritual!
Writer(s): Drippy J Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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