Lyrics

Arise X-Raided To a new beginning New life Hey hey! Come disrespectful and get a melee Feelin regretful a nigga may say That the N9na wit the X go a bit of Ye cray If they don't give up they pay We not here ta play play Grave digga spray prey Made em really hit the aye bay bay In a grave they lay Game of death got a paid vacay (chyeah!) Wake up wake up! Stop the fake fucks (chyeah!) Like a sex doll heck naw Eat a beat like a vet When it's Tech in the mess hall (chyeah!) I'mma bless (chyeah!) yaw But you niggas don't want me that tall fuck it let's crawl Then I'll come up and run up the checks dog Then I'm fresh all at the met Ball In a bulletproof vest and by best drawz (chyeah!) Beat the beat up like I do the pudding Stratus cloud is what is to the footing Niggas swinging at the air like Cuba Gooding But (chyeah!) ya arms are too short ta box wit G So you don't wanna be a opp ta me Cleverly I spit muthafuckas can't even see my shit Even in a colonoscopy so Don't give me no (FAKE!) Don't give me no (FALSE!) Don't give me no (FRAUD!) nah! Don't give me no (HATE!) Don't give me no (HISS!) Don't give me no (HYPE!) blah! Don't give me no phonk No deceiving or one of us leaving this evening Don't give me no (SIMP!) Don't give me no (SOFT!) Don't give me no (SHIT!) nah They fear the ascension of the lyricist So when we go up They stay down nigga A lot of us Never wanna see a nigga shooting up beyond the clouds They cannot adjust So they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way And clog us up Try to really hold back everything my mouth say I gotta buss Nigga never had no stratus fear about me Who the fuck let these niggas on the scene Nightmares no dreams they scream They extremely scheme, we reign supreme Ain't big as they seem, I've seen they streams He wanna wear the crown, but he ain't no king They ain't in his genes, 'cause he ain't no g Low wealth, it's lean, low self-esteem Octagon or the ring, bet it ain't no thing Wake up, wake up, time to make bucks So generous, fuck fake snakes, so slitherous Various venomous vipers befriended us Tried to show love but the hate was continuous The whole relationship was very tenuous Tried to lift 'em up, but it was strenuous They kept offending us And now they hate X I'm an original nigga, their apex They're unoriginal niggas, they ape X Willing to spray TEC's at those who hate Tech High-tech like a Tesla My nine atcha neck for my paycheck I haven't ate yet So hungry I'm outta here leaving the troposphere Don't feel a drop of fear, just call me SpaceX A lot of us Never wanna see a nigga shooting up beyond the clouds They cannot adjust So they begin all the scheming to hit the foul way And clog us up Try to really hold back everything my mouth say I gotta buss Nigga never had no stratus fear about me Can't touch this like Hammer but I did not stammer Watch your grammar please Don't gimmie no stress, don't gimmie no cess Don't gimmie no bammer weed Don't give me no (FAKE!) Don't give me no (FALSE!) Don't give me no (FRAUD!) nah! Don't give me no (HATE!) Don't give me no (HISS!) Don't give me no (HYPE!) blah! Don't give me no phonk No deceiving or one of us leaving this evening Don't give me no (SIMP!) Don't give me no (SOFT!) Don't give me no (SHIT!) nah
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Adam Cherrington, Anerae Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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