[ Featuring TJ THE OG ]
I'm seeing signs everywhere I go and look again
It's in my cell phone, social sites I'm scrolling
In
I'm guessing it's something, I need to be more intuitive
Been focused, hocus pocus, ain't slipping up shit
Keep adjusting my placement, chilling relaxed
Kick back, laid up in my seat, passenger forthcoming
Ain't no stress on me,
Money, my hand itch
Scratch what that mean, tree in my backyard Growing
All I see, hunnid beans
I'm just trying to keep my head above, I'm Floating
Parade hype, I walk in with an ovation
Strictly to my ways, stubborn,
All I'm saying,
Try to tone me down, gon charge me up,
Super saiyan
Wait, it's over, like a war
Back to back of tracks, we dissing over
Killing the boy softly, how he know of
History in the making, I told you son
Both he and my euphoria, yeah
I quote Subliminal,
Not like I'm fearing you
Just, I don't need to mention or do a thing to You
You chopped up and already screwed
Body pieces butchered, Dexter with the body Bag
On my boat, no floating to the bottom, your Body drags
This my 5-5-5, meaning from all that
G after The O in front of TJ The
Now say it all back
Best not f*ck around, you Gon' find out real Fast
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Killed it all, no feelings left, y'all talk big shit Till I'm there, in the flesh, y'all talk BIG shit
This Life After Death,
Paranoid, can't fill this void or get too in depth
Puffing on Ls, Mary J till my last breath
Always could be worse, no matter how bad it get
Yeah, she might be bad, I gotta badder bitch Skinny nigga, ain't satisfied till I'm fat and rich
I'm back bitches, drop hits, they say, "Damn, he back again?"
Dirty hands man, I gotta rinse
Put a nigga ICU if he gon' squint
They ain't moving me, talking all that motion Shit
New scriptures, we make plays and motion Pictures
Our waves to the streams, how we move Rivers And split oceans
Oh, they really out to get me? Motherf*cker, Get going
Steady posted up, I ain't doing posting
Steady posted up, I ain't doing posting
They done f*cked up, they let me and bro in
Got fired from my old job, cause I'm always Toting
With this music shit, ain't new to this, I'm Beethoven
Niggas is lost, they don't know which direction They going
Plenty reflection in the shattered glass
It Aint a suggestion, motherf*cker
It's a matter of fact
On the timeline, we can't get them hours back
They told me I needed milk, but gave my ass a Sour glass
Love was on the menu, they told me they was Out of that
Dedication, standing ovation, show y'all how to clap
They want to shoot C-LO, niggas can't shoot craps
Wrote this at 555, might call 50 back
Long kiss, goodnight, make y'all go to sleep to that
Take a nigga life, teardrops where y'all's peoples at
