Lyrics

Yuh, ayy Ayy, 2000 EST Yeah, O-C-O-E-E Ayy, speed off, swervin' I'm not a regular person (skrrt) I found a dime and she perfect Plus, I do not gotta buy her a Birkin (she bad) I learned the way while I'm workin' I let 'em cook, let Him heat up the furnance Had to turn on my discernment That boy a puppet, Kermit New crib furnished, brand new curtains We on a island, we ain't got service Please do not text me, I'm on that jetski I'm out here doin' my dance like Presley Do it like Elvis, I got the helmet I got the shield and I got the breastplate I got the sword of the Spirit that's ready to chop at The enemy come 'round my headspace Ayy, my God, He higher than stars (yuh), ayy You know it's light verses dark (let's go), ayy They say, "Your mind is a weapon", ayy That's why I'm keepin' it sharp I need the water, I'm parched (give me that) I need the water, no ark (I need that) Iron be sharpenin' iron Truth it gon' hit like a dart I read the Script like a movie (action) I can't be followin' Luci' (okay) Hop in the Spirit, get groovy (go to God) Hop in the Spirit, get groovy (talk to God) I do not need me a toolie, ayy I used to roll up the Doobie (I was high) That was the old, this the new me, ayy I need the Spirit, not Gucci I need the Spirit, not Louie V, uh Stand on the Rock, try move me, uh Made a new flow, it's a doozy, uh That shook 'em up, now they woozy, uh Y'all boys funny, Druski Think you the Judge Judy Not in the game, but be talkin', you Stephen A. Smith, huh Can't even ball in the "Drew League" Free from the law, sue me Take a step back, give me two feet Shoutout to Monty, I keep me a clip of the Script on my hip Cap get you knocked out the Kufi, uh Wanna collab? It's a cool fee, uh I cannot chase a Karrueche, uh So many dawgs turned goofy, uh All my friends dead like I'm Uzi, uh Call for the Feds, you off in your feelings I'm off of the ledge I swing at the serpant like, "Off with his head" I see 'em, they nervous, they awfully scared It's all for the love, it's not for the bread Covered in blood, we makin' a mess Don't say a thing you won't say with your chest How you move weight and you can't even rep? Punchin' at demons and they gettin' slept Cancel a curse and I make an arrest One word of lip and I'm pullin' their rank I say, "Abyss" and they walkin' the plank Wishin' they would, like I'm talkin' to Plank Ed, Edd and Eddy, how I make the net work Too early to Google my net worth I just went pro like an expert, uh Yuh, and it don't stop A lotta them trippin' like they really on top You ain't about a thing you better keep it on lock I pull up on the scene and I ain't even gon' knock They be quick to get mocked, chicken get chopped Been in the kitchen I'm wipping up Padda Gave 'em a three piece, Alano in CG Who said believers ain't spinnin' the block? Graah
Writer(s): Caleb Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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