Lyrics:
demons tryna get me out my zone
So call on any angels to bring halos when I feel I alone
Bombing hits Shout out Pujols till they walk me by
Hit curves
and Gotti
Who wanna deal with me
I spit crack and my name ring bells so call me the liberty
Hell out artillery that's ready to aim
Fucking with me you asking
ripped mics like I'm shredding it
The rap got me feeling like Gotti
All these beats been draped in Versace
Brodie you got me cuz I am not stopping
I'm
Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands
3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
alone
Getting faded as fuck making plays on my phone
Cash out on a necklace & flex in Yo zone
My life is a movie
She say Ima dog I told ha call me scooby
Yeah I have your mans out no night light
I'm mvp no highlight Stay in your zone
No I don't like your tone I might just turn your day into fright
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
on the Throttle (Ah yeah)
Imma take this shit as far as it goes
Im in my zone
Used to waste time on a chase for the throne
Used to get by with no place for a home
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
Pronounced un-cuffed with the hoofs pound
I'm Kurupt, Young Gotti, the Headless Horseman
I'm the one that started off extortion
Contortion began to spread
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation number 2, make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation number 3, make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation
body (Nah)
Jeezy my muthfuckin' real nigga
Can't forget Quan and Yo Gotti
Buck took me in, in '04
Let me come sleep in his house
Gave me the keys
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If
gone.
While I'm in my zone
While I'm in my zone
3rd vs/Outro:
I do this shit wit so much ease
They thinking bout checking me for P.E.D.'s
cllergic
enemies, I'm a different entity
Castle overlord, torture bodies like Gotti
Beating cases a hobby
Cause my nights dungeons when on and made me so handsome
school) Perfecting my craft in the 'Yo not talking bout Gotti
I'm in my zone with this shit
(My shit) They say I'm in first like the Aid Kit
(First aid)
C-Lance, yo
Took a leap of faith and
Feet landed on the pavement (Uh)
Overexpectation, candid at my greatness
(yeah)
Played it low, avoided scrutiny
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