TruRebel Migs - Take Off Lyrics

F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga
Get the f*ck from around me lil nigga, you a
F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga
Get the f*ck from around me lil nigga, you a
F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga
Get the f*ck from around me lil nigga, you a
F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga, F*ck nigga
I be propagating positive energy to the universe
Flowing universal
Universal wanna sign me
Yeah, Niggas wanna rhyme with me
Can't vibe with me
Split a check
Split a buck with me
Spit a cut
Spit a razor
Give a buck 50
To keep it a buck
Yo, nigga f*ck a rat race
Having freedom pays
Malcolm turning in his grave
Niggas trappin' he amazed
I need VMAs
Grammy for my grammer
My grandma gon' be amazed
Man this ain't Sean Blaze
I get jiggy wit' it
He so city wit' it
Keep a milli wit' him
Yeah he really wit' it
GOAT nigga he billy wit' it
God Damn
Hopin' that my shit clink
Cuz my old links got a nigga on the brink
Got me prayin' God damn
Niggas don't think
Everybody watchin'
I be movin' nigga don't blink
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone he gone
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone take off
Need a bag for a show
Tell me if I cool out now
How the f*ck Im ever gon' blow
Need a bag for a verse
Put a whack nigga in the dirt
Turn a rapper to a casualty though
Nigga put in work
Ain't no damn way Im going back to them 28 grams in a O
Jumpin' off the earth
All this damn weight on my shoulders
But I push it like the gravity low
Gotta stay alert
First they love me
Then they hate me
Then they love me
Then they block me
Now they wanna lurk
Damn niggas got some nerve
Don't you know that hatin' ass
Switchin' ass
F*ck shit be gettin' on my nerves
Nigga what I look like
You curved
Gotta keep my eye wide
That third
Bout' to be a long ride
I swerve
I be grindin' all night
Better learn
I could show you how to earn
Go from projects to the burbs
I could turn low money
Multiply it from the 1st to the 3rd
Werd
Make a bag flip
Mad sick
Like a bad bitch
Doin' backflips
On the mattress
Of a young fly trap nigga
Livin' lavish
Established
Mad shit
Mad rich
Yeah we gettin' money outlandish
Don't you see a nigga doin' damage
Nigga bout' to have the whole fam lit
Coming for the thrown, goin' Hamlet
Sheesh
Clutchin' more drive then the Van Wyck
Sheesh
F*ck the 12 killin' on some HAM shit
Sheesh
Got me rollin' holdin' on my ratchet
Sheesh
Nigga went from bandos with the bandits
Facts
To copin' on a condo, I'm the man bitch
Facts
Start a label nigga we expanding
Damn
Nigga Shootin' off like a cannon
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone he gone
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone take off
Need a bag for a show
Tell me if I cool out now
How the f*ck Im ever gon' blow
Need a bag for a verse
Put a whack nigga in the dirt
Turn a rapper to a casualty though
Nigga put in work
Ain't no damn way Im going back to them 28 grams in a O
Jumpin' off the earth
All this damn weight on my shoulders
But I push it like the gravity low
Hmm, Gotta keep the family close