Lyrics:
How I move so cold
Imma Bronx boy what would you know
Yo this groove so dope
Painting pictures laying angles in snow
I be getting real high
This is your Captain Thug Shells speaking
I'd like to welcome you aboard the S.S. Good Times Express
We have a 100% chance of banging beats, so hold
I've been looking allover standing tall
Trying hard to get it all
The more I look is the more I feel
It's a never ending story where nothing is real
You know what you do when you do it
Align right into my soul
I can't run inside a cave or crevice
You're my truth, and this I can't control
As I look
I'm not stressed, I just need to decompress
These bars ain't pressed but they ain't gonna work
I still feel it in my chest
This drank won't work, all
This shit hit different when you know its facts
I hit it different when I hit the back
Thats what she tells me
And I don’t sleep when Im in my Bag
I
I just dodged a bullet
Shot straight at my heart
You thought you stole it
You were tearing me apart
But I stayed focused
I'm an abstract work of art
She want a purse, she want a bag
She wanna fuck I just want a jag yuh
Aye, Aye, Aye!
She want a purse, she want a bag
She wanna fuck I just want
Sick of the champagne
I need a six speed
I need a big yacht
Roll up the seaweed
I’m feelin’ tipsy
One hand on your body
I’m feelin’ ruthless
I hustle
Death will be easy for me
Cause I be resting peacefully
Don't care what you perceive of me
My heart was breaking piece to piece
Went through all
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ms. Smith like I got the answer
I had my hand raised the whole class
You just look at me, you gonna look away
You not gonna call
tho
I said girl I will give you more
But I’m on Lïrical Mode
Lïrical Mode wo ha
Lïrical Mode wrikyyy
Lïrical Mode oh Lïrical Mode
Lïrical Mode Lïrical
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you
I need you to leave it all behind
I want you to tell me you are mine
I need you
Everything that I do
I stare right beside you
Everything that I do
I can't erase that
It moves too soon
I can't really change that
I wanna hold
There's static on the screen
My meaning means nothing it's
In everything I say
My mouth is dripping lies
Gathering fiends and flies it's
In
Being Great come with distance
I'm from the trap that will turn u too a menace
I understand the street I understand my people hol up let me finish
like jedi
Too empowered to be countered (Unh)
Bet I secure what's ours led by the spirit
Been grindin' for hours flyin' with mileage (Yea)
Came a long
My shooters gon' shoot at haters who hate This money gon' make I'm just tryna be great They told me just wait but I can't take breaks It's never too
cll my niggas slidin' on the same thang
Itchy bang bang bitch we gang gang
I don't like you I might fight you
Niggas didn't know I'm bout that
What, what, what, whatcha say, Mr. Clean
I'm flagging you down for a misdemeanor
It must look different from your mezzanine
You got me, got me
Who is you to tell me that I ain't makin it
Who is you to tell me that I ain't makin it
Who is you to tell me that I ain't makin it
Who is you
(Intro)
Right, right, right
Talk to em
(Verse 1)
Showed up to the dance in my retro's
Let em hear the jam till it echoes
Shots in the cup no ice
Nightmare
Verse1:
Wake up Wake up
I'm sitting in this chair trying to f***ing wake up
But he sitting there looking at me talking reckless
I'm trying
They dont need to know who I be though
Watch me take my shot like a free throw
clways see my breath cause my teeth froze
If it ain't about money, man
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