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Laced Up (feat. Ja3) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bstef
Length: 2:24
Written by: Blake Stefonsky, Jacob Johnson




Bstef - Laced Up (feat. Ja3) Lyrics




Back to the basics
I remember 4th grade I was wearing them ASICS
Now I don't lace it
Been getting these blisters from all of my chasing
Shots that I'm taking
Your girl told me something before I start fading
She was too shady
She had my baby
Matter of time before you would start paying
My beef is A1
Remember the homies since day 1
We don't play none
Get the day done
If you assume shit, we don't say none
We gon bounce back, like the gay one
How a fat bitch gon weigh a ton
And she out run
That spray gun
Shit turns out, its her grandson
Blessed up, coming from the 6
Try to run on me, hit em with the stick
Got my brother B running on the mix
Cup half full like the K clip
Yea we rabbit runnin for that swirl trix
And we stay away from those girl tricks
And we stay layered like the bar twix
And we stay player like the joysticks

Mans always had dreams to be like Cole
J.I.D., Rashad, or QKnight
But two nights ago I had thoughts in my brain
Made me wonder, am I really just too nice?
Let em go to early from the crime scene
Keeps my head on turning look away
Lucky I've been learning what my eyes seen
Luckily for you its not okay
I remember rapping on the apple mic
Now I put my songs on every site
Used to ride my bike around the block
But the world is getting too cold for the Klondike
Maybe wraith commando cause its warlike
Maybe I brought words to a gunfight
Say you shining but you just a night light
Pull the plug and get back to my strike
I know what I mean
Mean what I say
I own tesla
And the runway
I go deep in
You just foreplay
You take off roads
I take highway
You oversell
I know my place
I call your bluff
I got 2 ace
Shout to Elon
Catch me in space
Oh you real tough?
Say it to my face
I got too many blessings for ya
I don't have enough patience for ya
I might have to call the reverend on ya
Cause people been late with no call
I might hit your bitch with no draws
Tip one way then hit with seesaws
1, 2, 3, draw, live with outlaws
This is my sea, have you seen Jaws?
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Back to the basics
I remember 4th grade I was wearing them ASICS
Now I don't lace it
Been getting these blisters from all of my chasing
Shots that I'm taking
Your girl told me something before I start fading
She was too shady
She had my baby
Matter of time before you would start paying
My beef is A1
Remember the homies since day 1
We don't play none
Get the day done
If you assume shit, we don't say none
We gon bounce back, like the gay one
How a fat bitch gon weigh a ton
And she out run
That spray gun
Shit turns out, its her grandson
Blessed up, coming from the 6
Try to run on me, hit em with the stick
Got my brother B running on the mix
Cup half full like the K clip
Yea we rabbit runnin for that swirl trix
And we stay away from those girl tricks
And we stay layered like the bar twix
And we stay player like the joysticks

Mans always had dreams to be like Cole
J.I.D., Rashad, or QKnight
But two nights ago I had thoughts in my brain
Made me wonder, am I really just too nice?
Let em go to early from the crime scene
Keeps my head on turning look away
Lucky I've been learning what my eyes seen
Luckily for you its not okay
I remember rapping on the apple mic
Now I put my songs on every site
Used to ride my bike around the block
But the world is getting too cold for the Klondike
Maybe wraith commando cause its warlike
Maybe I brought words to a gunfight
Say you shining but you just a night light
Pull the plug and get back to my strike
I know what I mean
Mean what I say
I own tesla
And the runway
I go deep in
You just foreplay
You take off roads
I take highway
You oversell
I know my place
I call your bluff
I got 2 ace
Shout to Elon
Catch me in space
Oh you real tough?
Say it to my face
I got too many blessings for ya
I don't have enough patience for ya
I might have to call the reverend on ya
Cause people been late with no call
I might hit your bitch with no draws
Tip one way then hit with seesaws
1, 2, 3, draw, live with outlaws
This is my sea, have you seen Jaws?
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Writer: Blake Stefonsky, Jacob Johnson
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