SWITCH! (feat. Chief Godd)

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Why did I pray if my sins keep repeating
I'm higher than Christ and I'm crossed like I'm Jesus
I'm rising my stock and I'm only a fetus
I'm growing up quick like my past was repeating
Don't beat around the bush when you asking a question
I'm keeping it clean, but I'm liking it nasty
I'm smoking on lead and I'm smoking on plastic
I'm pushing the charts, trying to get me a Grammy
But bitch I'm too clean, looking like sex while I'm smelling like green
Making burritos and nachos while I'm popping his bean
Guess he stuck in his head until he making it bleed
But he move like a feen, boy you a geek with a low self esteem
Yeah I'm controlling your head so I know how you think
I'm like Freddy, the demon inside of your dreams

Why you talk that, the little voice inside my head is giving cardiac attack
Wishing for a pint we gotta knock it back
I'm undiagnosed, like a hypochondriac
Are you okay, I don't really think I know how I can answer that
Like maybe with a fucking no, 'cuz that's a matter of fact
I'm always running over go, so yeah I'm making my laps
I'm a big dog, but I'm never chasing the cats

So I run to the commas
Yeah I run to the commas
Yeah I run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars
We run to the commas
Yeah we run to the commas
Yeah we run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars
We run to the commas, we run to the

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
We counting these digits, our money up
Our money stand tall like it's one of us
We running these bitches, we running up
These bitches I'm fucking, they f*ck me up

Run it up, run it up, run it up
Our money stand tall as one of us
She want to f*ck on one of us, but she got to f*ck on both of us
That's that twin shit, yeah you know we lit
Swap a bitch out, team tag the bitch
Swap a bitch out like a swap a roo
Make that bitch do what we say to do
If you play with your nose, got some shit for you
Just don't ever come ask me to play with you
Pussy so old like a jungle juice, I got one in the head just aim and shoot
I was drunk when I got her number, and I forgot her name so I name her a Sarah Lou
And her pussy taste good like some kind of fruit
Getting money, no way I can lay with you

So I run to the commas
Yeah I run to the commas
Yeah I run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars
We run to the commas
Yeah we run to the commas
Yeah we run to the commas, don't pray for no drama, while counting up dollars
We run to the commas, we run to the

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
We counting these digits, our money up
Our money stand tall like it's one of us
We running these bitches, we running up
These bitches I'm fucking, they f*ck me up

F*ck it, I'm higher up
Feeling like God when I'm wearing designer cut
Like I already died but I want to come back just to show my old women I'm stunting now
Saving my mental, I'm tired of running out
Free my mind, floating while watching my money count
Why did I care about love, if I'm over this shit
I keep knocking on doors like Jehovah's a witness, bitch
Lock up each door, next door, next door
Did it until the bodies hit the floor, the floor, the floor
From miles endured, do I want to just splurge
Or am i just fighting a lil' bitty urge, it's a sign that I'll run out of time soon
Try one more time, and then that's when I find you
Lifting some burdens, without even trying to
Like come ride on my wave, and come see what the tide do, I do

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