[Intro: Skrapz]
(Yo S, finesse this one)
Yah, yah
[Verse 1: Skrapz]
Imagine if the whole of us were free
I'm pissed that all my niggas didn't even get to see
It's killing me inside, but I gotta keep it G
And secretly, I know that I'm addicted to the weed
It's got me vibrating on a higher frequency
Or maybe that's just me, I got this ting down to a T
Plus I got this ting down on her knees
Had to rare her in her head cah she hurt me with her teeth
I owe it all to God, you can't question my belief
Fuck the industry, we're platinum in these streets
We been killing thеm for years, don't believе? I got receipts
And I ain't gonna stop until the mission is complete
I'm getting to the money, go to sleep and then repeat (And then repeat)
I got a whole heap of money to retrieve
And I got way more things I need to achieve
I bet you never know I had tricks up my sleeve
I turn this bitch up about sixty degrees (Sixty degrees)
They thought I'd fall off, nigga, please
And I don't wanna have to make the MAC trigger squeeze
The scene ain't prepared for this album release
And I don't even care what position that it reaches
As long as all the gangsters have got it in their speakers
As long as all the fly chicks have got it on their playlists
I used to see the night shift turn into the day shift
My 5110 Nokia was changing faces
Them times you niggas couldn't even tie your laces
And these the little niggas that they try and compare man with
The other day I had to ask Nina, "How dare they?"
My baby's upset cah she had a bad hair day
I hear say them niggas broke, but that's just hearsay
But I don't even care, do it in a mask and then I say I—
Made it out the mud, I'm tryna live to see a rocking chair
(Yo S, finesse this one)
Yah, yah
[Verse 1: Skrapz]
Imagine if the whole of us were free
I'm pissed that all my niggas didn't even get to see
It's killing me inside, but I gotta keep it G
And secretly, I know that I'm addicted to the weed
It's got me vibrating on a higher frequency
Or maybe that's just me, I got this ting down to a T
Plus I got this ting down on her knees
Had to rare her in her head cah she hurt me with her teeth
I owe it all to God, you can't question my belief
Fuck the industry, we're platinum in these streets
We been killing thеm for years, don't believе? I got receipts
And I ain't gonna stop until the mission is complete
I'm getting to the money, go to sleep and then repeat (And then repeat)
I got a whole heap of money to retrieve
And I got way more things I need to achieve
I bet you never know I had tricks up my sleeve
I turn this bitch up about sixty degrees (Sixty degrees)
They thought I'd fall off, nigga, please
And I don't wanna have to make the MAC trigger squeeze
The scene ain't prepared for this album release
And I don't even care what position that it reaches
As long as all the gangsters have got it in their speakers
As long as all the fly chicks have got it on their playlists
I used to see the night shift turn into the day shift
My 5110 Nokia was changing faces
Them times you niggas couldn't even tie your laces
And these the little niggas that they try and compare man with
The other day I had to ask Nina, "How dare they?"
My baby's upset cah she had a bad hair day
I hear say them niggas broke, but that's just hearsay
But I don't even care, do it in a mask and then I say I—
Made it out the mud, I'm tryna live to see a rocking chair
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