Lyrics

Come down with me Name one man who'll go pound for pound and twelve rounds on me Pacquiao right when ya hands are down And then the lights and cameras is surrounding me I was awkward back when shit was off But now I'm hot and the moneys in bountifully It's crazy how bitches was doubting me Next day they fall off like Alopecia Running laps around my favorite rappers in some denim pants and some Balenci sneakers You talking shit like you know me but realize you couldn't stop me for a fucking feature I am the one on the field Pussy boy be chasing bitches inside the bleachers Already know what's the deal Your bitch she be playing my music inside her speakers Imma let that one hit Two bars one jam and we got this Right now we Malone and Stockton Right now in the zone and I'm locked in Talk down watch ya tone or I'm popping Fucking bitches is the only other option Y'all only ever do this for the profit Y'all tried but you never gonna stop this We gonna go crazy We gonna go all night We gonna go crazy We gonna go all night We gonna go crazy We gonna go all night We gone uh We gone uh We gone uh uh Soul food That's my definition of words Lately I been feeling like I have a curse Spilling out my souls when it feels the worse Permanent become a burst Feeling like I'm born from the fucking verse Sometimes I go to sleep but truly avoiding pain All these false devotions slowly start to leave stains Cruising old Impalas can I keep my shit tame Power, pussy, money, sprinkle in a little bit of fame It ain't the same So claustrophobic that I'm scared to wear a fucking ring Bag laced with Vuitton chains The weeds got me having steady nonchalant dreams Fight or flight talking heavy until the time brings Ask me what I want in life I say the finer things All these thoughts inside my brain need to make a change Before I keep dissing and casual spending You keep saying that I did but they say that I didn't What With the cameras out All these motherfuckers walking with the cameras out Like what With the cameras out All these mother fuckers walking with the cameras out Like who Ain't no cameras out All these mother fuckers walking with no cameras out Like who Ain't no cameras out All these mother fuckers walking with no cameras out
Writer(s): Daniel Alcala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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