Avery Harden - Aura (feat. Drivinchi) Lyrics

Speaking the truth all in the booth it ain't a secret that I got the juice
I got the moves watching my shoes they riding my wave like I'm on a cruise
I know what you do you peeping the drip
Me and my fans attached to the hip
Chillin with Dri fly as a blimp
Give you the blues I'm hanging with crips
I'm about to kill em with the fast flow
They don't really want it cause they fragile
Hooks hit harder than it's drago
Really going off like I'm hassle
Understand this ain't no hobby yeah
New edition like my name is Bobby
You can meet me in the lobby
Nothing you can do to stop me
Why you tryna mess with me for huh
Tryna get my ceenotes up
Bring a positive message that's to the people huh
Eyes all on me like a preacher uhh
Usually i don't talk man I let my fans handle it
Go and get your own I ain't with no panhandling
Really on fire see my dannn candle lit
Who gave me the mic ima man handle it
Chasingdreams
Got me feening
We out here chasing dreams tryna catch em like receivers
Heavy on the grind tryna turn you to believers
We see you from the hating from the bleachers
Coming with the gas hot and ready little Caesars
Left my heart in Arizona
Found lust in California
Got the cunning of a loner
Mixed with the demeanor of a stoner
That's why I'm
Doing it better, Than what they been doing
I feel like I'm moving, I feel like I'm grooving
I feel like I'm on
If anybody wanna tell me differently
I got an epiphany
Just to prove that they wrong
Now, back to the song
Back to the fact that I never went home
Back to the fact I knew I was grown
The moment I stepped out
My mother's Pazone
Now I'm, in DaZone
Like a heavyweight boxer be
The game mine
Like my name got apostrophe
Everybody wanna tell me what I got to be
But everybody wanna tell me what not to be
Well what do you know
I guess I figured it out on my own
And now that I'm on
I think ima need a clone
I can't be the only one
To do what I do
And know what I know
I feel I gotta go get it out on the road
I feel like I might just be the real Jon Snow
I'm... out in Paris
Hearing whispers like Vares
I am the fairest
So I might pull me an heiress
Body is hairless
Spit fire so careless
Season finale
And I'm tryna impale Danares
We out here chasing dreams tryna catch em like receivers
Heavy on the grind tryna turn you to believers
We see you from the hating from the bleachers
Coming with the gas hot and ready little Caesars