Listen to Cinematic (feat. Dillan Miller, YunoCase & GAMA) [Gama's Version] by ReadyMade

Cinematic (feat. Dillan Miller, YunoCase & GAMA) [Gama's Version]

ReadyMade

Hip-Hop/Rap

1 Shazams

Lyrics

Ah yuh ah Yuh yuh yuh Yuh yuh yuh Ah yuh ah Yuh yuh yuh This boy in my headdd Kick him the fuck out! Not gonna lie, I don't think about him much now Think he gonna catch and score, just like a touchdown Shut his ass up, k9 with the bloodhounds (Ruff ruff ruff) Fuck all the mess bro I'm trying to run away Yes I'm too tired think I'm done for the day (I'm done) All work makes Jack, a dull boy no play (Shining!) Eyes wide shut shit its all a cold case Ahhh oh shit Coming up to Dillan, telling him I might quit like! I've been getting mad trying make tonight lit like! Like I don't care who's next get them on the mic quick (Him or me) Hot shit blowing up gotta get some fans (Dance!) Gotta get away, gotta get a better man Like damn, why you marked for only sending spam Misfit Illuminati behind the scenes with the plans like Omakase dining means to trust the chef okay right I'm in this moment, walls are closing but it kinda feels nice? (Yeah) And my headspace, always foggy it's like we never met twice (Who you) Call me Lenny, shaking hands with opps leads to dead mice (Ah man) Yeah think they know my name but they don't know bout DY (D- D- DY!) All I do is laugh, cause we so back, now you see why- (See why!) You're done- you're done- Dude I freaking told you! I just farted! Yeah if holding hands is a body then you'll get hurt (What) Romantics don't compete 'Cause that's just how it gets worse (Gets worse) And bad things come in threes I'm sorry that's how death works I'm a team player I got misfit on a sweatshirt (MFT!) I found the problematic tree that's the root of all the evil (Ohhhh) But it won't take a toll I got my brothers they my people (Ohhhh) That misfit pack is smoking and you know it smells like diesel (Okay) And the crazy part is Adam copped it and it's legal (I did!) It don't (It don't) It don't matter how you feel (No it ain't) Hideaway I'm locked inside the hills (Yeah) I don't give no fuck I'm just runnin' to these mills (Run it up, run it up) Whatchu know 'bout us, while u cap we keep it real (Bitch!) New Fashion undercover with the swag I keep it sealed I can't let no nigga take me, got that brand new steel MFT no we ain't lazy, running through the drills Yeah, we step on shit Step on shit, Let it hit, Never quit, (Ha ha-) Knocking down yo door we keep a pole but it ain't medal bitch 2023 I got my all black better bitch 2024 we to the sky, yeah we heaven-sent Heaven-sent, back in that mode I'm in my element! (Element) I can't waste no time we ending him like a settlement! (Settlement) I could never deal with no pussy nigga irrelevant! Load up getting the gun, holup Hittem like one and you- (Ga ga ga) Hittem like one and you done! Bah bah bah bah We killing your ass we killing them buh buh buh Every lane sights on- I gotta- Big flex right arm I got different kind of Nikes on All you peddle is nonsense I'm tryna bring it back to basics, they just all gotta comment I'm talking dropping some new lyrics with a couple of topics (what) I hear whispers in the shadows, then they all turn to comics Fuck, you just making me nauseous They tried to put me in the box like I work in an office They said I don't make moves, I'm just playing it cautious They said my verses sound wack Without Mack on the chorus but- (It do!) But they just scared to admit it I'm the funny white boy and I'm not gonna quit it Used to like to play coy now I'm rich in my spirit And when I spit a few bars I wonder if you can hear it, yuno- Ok cool, cool ok (Alright) Ask if I could hear it he prolly got nun to say I just told my girl I love her so much yeah she my bae! Just know when the money callin I gotta go cannot lay up Niggas mad at me cuz they can't get a pay stub (Yeah) All I see is lames through my eyes, needa face scrub! All I see is lames think we gang nah it's fake love Call it fake love, it's in the way just like a nuisance Going through it, with the guys, rollin as a unit Smokin on these trees, shout out Steve, feels so therapeutic (Steve!) Walkin out flee, M on the tee, I'm never gon lose it Push up with that motion is you dumb or is you fucking stupid Cine- cine- cinematic Pull up to the scene everybody want static You could be staring and be asking what happened? No reaction bro, just put him in the casket (Get him outta here) Flatland and a spliff gonna be a good night Like damn I think she roll her Js too tight You know I can't breathe When she sitting on me right (Know I can't breath!) Waka flaka no hands I just gotta take a bite (Woahhh) Gotta remember to watch out the air flow We like you over here but don't go over there though (Ha ha) Protect yourself, yes, you gotta be careful Wrap it up, yeah, I'm fucking with the snares bro Be careful out there You don't know who's out there bro Think about that Here are some ad-libs I forgot to do Yeah! Yeah! What!
Writer(s): Adam Tzach, Casey Cox, Dillan Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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