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Lil Psvcho - Light-Years (feat. LowkeyLos) Lyrics



Lil Psvcho - Light-Years (feat. LowkeyLos) Lyrics
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It's Lowkey and Lil PSVCHO
Gettin' money, smokin' weed and writing music is the cycle
Going hard like game seven for the title
Yeah the flow is heaven sent I needa verse up in the bible
Bitch I'm working been humble, don't need no handouts
I was broke in a struggle, my hope had ran out
But now I'm focused on numbers, I got it planned out
If I get blessed with a money tree I'ma branch out
You getting cut from the picture
If you caught burning bridges then I don't f*ck with that nigga
Always moving in silence I'm something like an enigma
I'm taking off like a pilot, I'm smoking woods, aint no Swishers
Like hold up, let me switch the flow up, you can't break my focus
Why they gassing up my head? I laugh about it, so what
In the clutch I show up, it aint much to show love
Niggas rather see you fail, not tryna see you blow up
Running through these tracks aint talking fitness
I been writing for some time so it's a fact I got ambition
Look, loading up the gat with ammunition
I got homies totin' straps they not exactly what them vision yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, tired of livin' in a black hole
Whoa, whoa, whoa, my lungs got mad tobacco
Whoa, whoa, goin' crazy on the track doe
PSVCHO, came in the game for the queso, whoa
Wake up with a lil peso, blow it all once, everyday go broke
Spit spit spit, that's a Draco, whoa, I don't really wanna live in the pain no mo
You get what you give, that's quid pro quo, only been a few years and the kid so grown
Like whoa, watch me the way that I flow, planning on making my dough, whoa, whoa
This ain't no bakery dough, bakin' that cake and I go, whoa, whoa
Philly, Jersey, on the track, pull up swirvin' in a lac, it's like a 30 when I blast
Feelin' dirty and I'm back, rollin' herb up in a back
Tired of wakin' up, still ain't rich
Every rapper wanna build they pockets, lately I been tryna build a bridge
Still I'm lookin' for a mill to get, feelin' like a suicidal soldier
Takin' shots like I'm militant, put the bottle in the holster, bang
Lemme get it, lemme get it, like whoa, opposition wanna get it like no
I ain't Los but I stay on the low, carpentry when I be layin' these flows
LiL PSVCHO and I'm back in my ways, reminiscing on back in the days
When I was broke and I ain't have anything, and still right now I don't have anythang
Whoa, whoa, whoa, light-years away from that fake shit
Don't you holla when I make a million, you gon' find me chillin' in my spaceship
Whoa, whoa, whoa, life ain't nothin' but the matrix
Life is only what you make it, like I only wanna make it
Whoa, whoa light-years away from these other rappers
Might be lookin' like they move fast, they ain't goin' forward, they just movin' backwards
Whoa, whoa, whoa, light-years away, you won't see me coming
By then I'll be gone, turn nothin' into something
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It's Lowkey and Lil PSVCHO
Gettin' money, smokin' weed and writing music is the cycle
Going hard like game seven for the title
Yeah the flow is heaven sent I needa verse up in the bible
Bitch I'm working been humble, don't need no handouts
I was broke in a struggle, my hope had ran out
But now I'm focused on numbers, I got it planned out
If I get blessed with a money tree I'ma branch out
You getting cut from the picture
If you caught burning bridges then I don't f*ck with that nigga
Always moving in silence I'm something like an enigma
I'm taking off like a pilot, I'm smoking woods, aint no Swishers
Like hold up, let me switch the flow up, you can't break my focus
Why they gassing up my head? I laugh about it, so what
In the clutch I show up, it aint much to show love
Niggas rather see you fail, not tryna see you blow up
Running through these tracks aint talking fitness
I been writing for some time so it's a fact I got ambition
Look, loading up the gat with ammunition
I got homies totin' straps they not exactly what them vision yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, tired of livin' in a black hole
Whoa, whoa, whoa, my lungs got mad tobacco
Whoa, whoa, goin' crazy on the track doe
PSVCHO, came in the game for the queso, whoa
Wake up with a lil peso, blow it all once, everyday go broke
Spit spit spit, that's a Draco, whoa, I don't really wanna live in the pain no mo
You get what you give, that's quid pro quo, only been a few years and the kid so grown
Like whoa, watch me the way that I flow, planning on making my dough, whoa, whoa
This ain't no bakery dough, bakin' that cake and I go, whoa, whoa
Philly, Jersey, on the track, pull up swirvin' in a lac, it's like a 30 when I blast
Feelin' dirty and I'm back, rollin' herb up in a back
Tired of wakin' up, still ain't rich
Every rapper wanna build they pockets, lately I been tryna build a bridge
Still I'm lookin' for a mill to get, feelin' like a suicidal soldier
Takin' shots like I'm militant, put the bottle in the holster, bang
Lemme get it, lemme get it, like whoa, opposition wanna get it like no
I ain't Los but I stay on the low, carpentry when I be layin' these flows
LiL PSVCHO and I'm back in my ways, reminiscing on back in the days
When I was broke and I ain't have anything, and still right now I don't have anythang
Whoa, whoa, whoa, light-years away from that fake shit
Don't you holla when I make a million, you gon' find me chillin' in my spaceship
Whoa, whoa, whoa, life ain't nothin' but the matrix
Life is only what you make it, like I only wanna make it
Whoa, whoa light-years away from these other rappers
Might be lookin' like they move fast, they ain't goin' forward, they just movin' backwards
Whoa, whoa, whoa, light-years away, you won't see me coming
By then I'll be gone, turn nothin' into something
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Writer: Carlos Garcia, Matthew Schaffner
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