Should I speed it up, slow it down
With this 220 on the dash
If I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18
Explicit content they all say I should mind my language man
F*ck it man doesn't matter
Doesn't matter whether I'm under 18
All the shit I do ain't underrated
You just know young nigga versed
Pull up on a verse leave all your niggas distressed
Trust nobody mama says
All these damn niggas be two faced
You're the only nigga they don't wanna face
You got your whole squad right beside you man
You got to be ready to die
When you messing a young offender
Dropping ice cube cold bars like a N.W.A nigga
I'm the proof all y'all niggas need bullet proof
All your bars need extra extra proofing dawg
On my toes never falling down man
Holding up the culture
Looking down to my foes on my pedestal
Hope you keeping body count
Cause I just bodied this damn beat
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
Should I speed it up, slow it down
With this 220 on the dash
So if I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18 yeah
Counterfeit Gucci Vans to your feet, now think you balling
Stacking double cups now you think you stacking cash
Don't be acting bad and bougie spending on your rents pay check
Let me be Frank with you
Y'all niggas see yourselves balling on a different level
Y'all need a better vision
Double the way you ball to get to my point of view
On an overnight plane journey
Getting high on them paper planes
Never getting high jacked by sober thoughts
Who put the gas on the grill
Y'all can't stand this heat
I be burning all this beef
All these niggas think they baked
Y'all are just under-cooked smoking cheap shit nigga
D.Ray - 'Sos' Lyrics
D.Ray - 'Sos' Lyrics
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Should I speed it up, slow it down
With this 220 on the dash
If I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18
Explicit content they all say I should mind my language man
F*ck it man doesn't matter
Doesn't matter whether I'm under 18
All the shit I do ain't underrated
You just know young nigga versed
Pull up on a verse leave all your niggas distressed
Trust nobody mama says
All these damn niggas be two faced
You're the only nigga they don't wanna face
You got your whole squad right beside you man
You got to be ready to die
When you messing a young offender
Dropping ice cube cold bars like a N.W.A nigga
I'm the proof all y'all niggas need bullet proof
All your bars need extra extra proofing dawg
On my toes never falling down man
Holding up the culture
Looking down to my foes on my pedestal
Hope you keeping body count
Cause I just bodied this damn beat
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
Should I speed it up, slow it down
With this 220 on the dash
So if I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18 yeah
Counterfeit Gucci Vans to your feet, now think you balling
Stacking double cups now you think you stacking cash
Don't be acting bad and bougie spending on your rents pay check
Let me be Frank with you
Y'all niggas see yourselves balling on a different level
Y'all need a better vision
Double the way you ball to get to my point of view
On an overnight plane journey
Getting high on them paper planes
Never getting high jacked by sober thoughts
Who put the gas on the grill
Y'all can't stand this heat
I be burning all this beef
All these niggas think they baked
Y'all are just under-cooked smoking cheap shit nigga
With this 220 on the dash
If I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18
Explicit content they all say I should mind my language man
F*ck it man doesn't matter
Doesn't matter whether I'm under 18
All the shit I do ain't underrated
You just know young nigga versed
Pull up on a verse leave all your niggas distressed
Trust nobody mama says
All these damn niggas be two faced
You're the only nigga they don't wanna face
You got your whole squad right beside you man
You got to be ready to die
When you messing a young offender
Dropping ice cube cold bars like a N.W.A nigga
I'm the proof all y'all niggas need bullet proof
All your bars need extra extra proofing dawg
On my toes never falling down man
Holding up the culture
Looking down to my foes on my pedestal
Hope you keeping body count
Cause I just bodied this damn beat
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
I ain't ever slowing down my pace
Should I speed it up, slow it down
With this 220 on the dash
So if I crush
Guardian angel be my SOS yeah
Guardian angel be my
Be my be my be my SOS
I don't do this for my fears
I just do this for my peers
With this cup full of lean
I got this feeling, that's got me speaking senseless
Speaking like I'm rated 18 yeah
Counterfeit Gucci Vans to your feet, now think you balling
Stacking double cups now you think you stacking cash
Don't be acting bad and bougie spending on your rents pay check
Let me be Frank with you
Y'all niggas see yourselves balling on a different level
Y'all need a better vision
Double the way you ball to get to my point of view
On an overnight plane journey
Getting high on them paper planes
Never getting high jacked by sober thoughts
Who put the gas on the grill
Y'all can't stand this heat
I be burning all this beef
All these niggas think they baked
Y'all are just under-cooked smoking cheap shit nigga
Writer: Louis Malinda
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