Leave the fluky shit
(Yeah) Get the f*cking check
(Yeah) I'm feeling like the shit
Press the issue, what's the issue
What's the word, word, word
Indeed!
You cant save someone who dont wanna, street!
Thoughts of Rapture Revelation, thoughts in past sense, put my sins, yeah in past tense
States to state
Tired of the teachings, tired of misleadings
Defecation, Poverty, kept secrets, Penury, Destitutions, indigence
Causing Stress to the states
That im raised in
Silencin, all press, Hardships, protest, all fist, movin, violence, scripture, writings, immigration, migrants, all class, all skins, put to tense, Lost souls, No soul, No hope, Everyone say they woke,
But they sleeping, dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
People never change, they just become better at hiding
Who they is
Who they are
Blew my ears out, turn it up, cause I need it louder
Turnin up the ting, I ain't tryna hear ya
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet N Sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin Tweakin
Find the girl of my dreams, wake me when we get there!
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
Why I feel safer surrounded by the gang
Than surrounded by the fed
Random black car pulled to the crib,
Figure's hand blickin it!
Things started go awry, woke 2022, I don't do no 9-5, neither do my other guys, NY NY yeah we f*cking outside
And what and what, yeah we f*cking outside
Please excuse em
He has class
First in the lunch line
Top of the line
Top of the line like im serving popeyes
Swagger
Shining brighter than sunshine
Church
But im too clean for this choir
I require
I desire
Put my wings in da deep frier
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Bih, Bitch im lit
Bih, Bitch I'm lit (yeah)
Uh, (uh)
Uh uh uh uh
Feeling like the shit!
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Su)
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet & sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin tweakin
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
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Leave the fluky shit
(Yeah) Get the f*cking check
(Yeah) I'm feeling like the shit
Press the issue, what's the issue
What's the word, word, word
Indeed!
You cant save someone who dont wanna, street!
Thoughts of Rapture Revelation, thoughts in past sense, put my sins, yeah in past tense
States to state
Tired of the teachings, tired of misleadings
Defecation, Poverty, kept secrets, Penury, Destitutions, indigence
Causing Stress to the states
That im raised in
Silencin, all press, Hardships, protest, all fist, movin, violence, scripture, writings, immigration, migrants, all class, all skins, put to tense, Lost souls, No soul, No hope, Everyone say they woke,
But they sleeping, dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
People never change, they just become better at hiding
Who they is
Who they are
Blew my ears out, turn it up, cause I need it louder
Turnin up the ting, I ain't tryna hear ya
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet N Sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin Tweakin
Find the girl of my dreams, wake me when we get there!
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
Why I feel safer surrounded by the gang
Than surrounded by the fed
Random black car pulled to the crib,
Figure's hand blickin it!
Things started go awry, woke 2022, I don't do no 9-5, neither do my other guys, NY NY yeah we f*cking outside
And what and what, yeah we f*cking outside
Please excuse em
He has class
First in the lunch line
Top of the line
Top of the line like im serving popeyes
Swagger
Shining brighter than sunshine
Church
But im too clean for this choir
I require
I desire
Put my wings in da deep frier
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Bih, Bitch im lit
Bih, Bitch I'm lit (yeah)
Uh, (uh)
Uh uh uh uh
Feeling like the shit!
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Su)
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet & sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin tweakin
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
(Yeah) Get the f*cking check
(Yeah) I'm feeling like the shit
Press the issue, what's the issue
What's the word, word, word
Indeed!
You cant save someone who dont wanna, street!
Thoughts of Rapture Revelation, thoughts in past sense, put my sins, yeah in past tense
States to state
Tired of the teachings, tired of misleadings
Defecation, Poverty, kept secrets, Penury, Destitutions, indigence
Causing Stress to the states
That im raised in
Silencin, all press, Hardships, protest, all fist, movin, violence, scripture, writings, immigration, migrants, all class, all skins, put to tense, Lost souls, No soul, No hope, Everyone say they woke,
But they sleeping, dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
Sleeping dead eyes closed
People never change, they just become better at hiding
Who they is
Who they are
Blew my ears out, turn it up, cause I need it louder
Turnin up the ting, I ain't tryna hear ya
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet N Sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin Tweakin
Find the girl of my dreams, wake me when we get there!
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
Why I feel safer surrounded by the gang
Than surrounded by the fed
Random black car pulled to the crib,
Figure's hand blickin it!
Things started go awry, woke 2022, I don't do no 9-5, neither do my other guys, NY NY yeah we f*cking outside
And what and what, yeah we f*cking outside
Please excuse em
He has class
First in the lunch line
Top of the line
Top of the line like im serving popeyes
Swagger
Shining brighter than sunshine
Church
But im too clean for this choir
I require
I desire
Put my wings in da deep frier
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Like I can't cook, got this shit on fire
Bih, Bitch im lit
Bih, Bitch I'm lit (yeah)
Uh, (uh)
Uh uh uh uh
Feeling like the shit!
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Su)
Trippin in this bitch like I'm off the powder
Asian ting, that shit sweet & sour
Beat too high, think I'm f*ckin tweakin
There, there, there, there, there, there, there (there)
Writer: Brady Abdiel Marure Muro
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC