K.Yz - Light It Up (feat. Lacree & Candice Hardy) Lyrics

Whoo
There go that man again
Oh y'all thought I was finished
Uh uh
I took the year off to let y'all get straight
Lace ya boots up n****s
The ruler's back
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Guess who's back, yeh that's him (Hey)
Black hood, that's hood yeh, where that been (Hey aye yeh)
Right here, yet light years ahead of y'all
And when I traveled back into my years ahead, I saw that
I done turned studios into homes my Negus
Turned mic phones into thrones my Negus
I done turned these haters to clones my Negus
I done turned stones into gold my Negus
I done turned competition to fans my Negus (Hey)
I done turned ideas to bands my Negus (Hey)
I done been a lion for lamb my Negus (Hey)
I am that which I am my Negus (Hot)
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(Uh uh uh)
Who knew we'd be this good for this long
This hood, on this song
No hook, a hit song (Hey aye)
This book I spit from fit to live on forever (Hey aye)
This dome the crown fit on
Y'all better alert ya' peers
It's feeling like church in here
I come for the Franklins, it got me feeling like Kirk in here
We ain't got no serpents here
Cause they don't get service here
They don't serve a purpose here
We all tryna' persevere
We all tryna' make it large
We all gotta play the cards
It's us against the world oddly that's my favorite odds
Y'all better pray to God, that by the grace of God
You don't cross my dark side and have to face the god (N***a hot)
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I take this, Hip-Hop thing to high places
They won't take it quite, where I take it (Hey aye)
High stake it
Put my faith in my greatness, my gracious
Fakers testin' my patience
How they making it famous, the game is changing for worse
I'm contemplating how to make the game change in a verse
My observation, a top ten conversation ain't worth it for this generation
Outside a circle of only a few
What's with all of these new cats, and this auto-tune rap
Tell me where they do that
It's no real art, where's the creativity
I'm pure Hip-Hop
Tell me how they ain't feeling me (N***a please)
You n****s must have me bent
Thinking I sent for ya'
I ain't spent a minute sweating ya'
You steppin' into the dark side
This one's for the archives from the dark skies watch a star rise (More fire)
Carved and cut from the rarest gold (More fire)
I wear this mold oh so well
It don't go so well for clones (More fire)
Those rocks they've thrown are stepping stones no x and o's
Just savagery
Live up to anything before me and, die down anything after me (More fire)
Till it's nothing after me (More fire)
More fire, fire more young blood (More fire)
Murder
This be war young blood
Oh nah nah oh my call 9-1-1
We gone light it up
More fire, fire more young blood (Light it up)
Murder
This be war young blood
Oh nah nah oh my call 9-1-1
We gone light it up (Yeh yeh)
We gone light it
(We gone we)
We gone light it up
Murder
We gone light it
We gone light it up