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You can get bust like tire, get sent like a wire
You can get lit like a fire, I'm in the trap till I die
Fuck how you feel I ain't never gone lie

(Ray Ali)
Aye
I say whoa this shit lit
Hell no I don't want that bitch
Something cold that my wrist
Had to pose for the pic, yea
If you played me

the big diamonds on me
I'm dripping and splashing (Woo wooo)
Yea yuh yea
They watchin my style
You know it get lit
I jump in the crowd
I done came so far

Better know I'm just awaiting the applause
This life's got me paranoid
Lookin' for something sufficient I know to fill the void
Surrounded by silhouettes

legit
On the low I got it lit
Think they hot but we blowing out they shit, candle

Opps be broke I'm feeling rich
I want money by the handful
Got em

Aye Chino cut my headphones up bro, yea right there

I call it perfect timing
I'm taking off can't find me
You know that I'm lit I'm blinding
You

lit
I'm out here I'm working working myself til' I'm dead
I ain't want that handout pedestal or no shit
You know I be out here shining making all these

You know we lit
You know we lit
Yeah You know we lit
You know we lit
They trying to lock me down but I ain't going
I'ma be like this forever
It's

In ma dream go take and eat it
Ma brain is burn by lyrics and rhymes
So take it all for get there bitch
Hear the sound of falling rain
You believe your

(Yea) Rockstar Made
Feel like I'm Rockstar Made (Woah)
Rockstar Made (Yeah, woah woah)
Yea
I'm too lit right now (Woah)
(Lets go) Eye's Low

Racks in

the role, that's what she want
RAID, get sprayed like a motherfuckin' roach
Lit smoke, dick flushed down throat like RAID
RAID yo crib like a motherfuckin'

I'm really lit (Yeah)
She a rager girl for fun
Yeah, I keep the ammo for the sticks with the drums
Do not go forget about the shit I did (Hun)
I know

the booth
Don't play no games we too lit
Nike Boys just do it
Made racks just off the music
Tell bro to spazz he'll lose it
Don't play no games we too lit

Howard and FAMU, it's lit
I went to Howard on a trip
Man all of them bitches was thick
The afterparty, it was lit
Told her, I want your number lil bitch

Come on over, warm me up nice big cuppa
Just the thought of you'n I'm lit like Rockefella

Giving me that Christmas mornin' feelin'
And you know I've

on my wave
I didn't show no mercy then
I wanted the money
I wasn't concerned with them
Heartbreaking Danny a nigga was hurtin them
Right now I'm real lit

loud at my show
But the crowd in control by the sound of my tone
Yeah
Look like I'm covered in gold
Wait
That's just my natural glow
Really I'm richer in

can't kill the game we're not the same

(You better) watch that shit - fuck that shit
Nothing that you do will ever be lit
Watch that shit - fuck that

Come and get this joint lit with us homie 
You remember that spliff? you still owe me 
Homie
Why you ain't hit me back you got ya phone homie
Where

basics
Fuck a opp leave the place lit
Real ones don't say shit
We all shine like a bracelit

Who's better
Who's better
Step in this shit like I'm Hugh

bitch she gon fuck me cause I'm lit ye
Bad bitch she gon fuck me cause I'm lit ye
I got your bitch
Yea she be sucking my dick
She do a split
I love it

to exchange all the fake love Alchemy turning it into paystub's
Too many people done left by my side Draining it down with bottles and drugs People keep telling

and you lit up like at gun point
Where you live? What you make? Where you come from?
All these questions being asked when you become
Something that you've

Exclusive BITCH
Remember riding round in an impala Wit a lil baby choppa
Fulla dem bars i upped my lit rod
and shot a lil nigga whole block up
Scrrr off doing