Fever Dream (feat. Jay Gxld & Kingmidas)

Are you ready? Im pouring up henny at 10AM tryna figure which one of my niggas to get lit with. Tell all your friends to bring they friends, but leave the beef at home aint nobody tryna get hit Check to check we tryna meet ends Toast to my success, i been battling with my demons I ain't giving up, Gxld never gon be defeated If you don't believe it you can use your eyes to see it Ain't nobody breakin through my defense Fit is tailor made, conversation with my seamstress City boy summer you aint gonna see me stressed Like it when she wear the dress cut with the v neck Baby im just tryna see summ At my upper limit but i’ll pop another one I’ll follow your lead if you wanna leave the club All you gotta do is say when you had enough Shawty told me she don't save men, her a dub Maybe i could infiltrate if i got the luck Shawty told me she dont save men her ex a dub Maybe I could infiltrate if i got the luck Baby can you give me brain, can you show me lust Im tryna manipulate, but i call it love I'm just tryna see summ Lady im just moving to the beat of your drum I got hopes i could see you for some one on one And i hope that this aint gon be a one and done I’m casting off all the bad resolve Like All the slackers that’s acting hard Bitch, I’m after y’all I half admit I been packing bombs to get passed your walls But walls you built ain’t the hands of God bitch they have to fall Cast them off Can’t pass baton I slap the frauds with Rapping hardly honest but all you rappers is fraudulent Packing all this on me is honestly just exhausting Started Asher Roth evolved to Action Bronson You want charge I spar and spark conflict Sneakers off walking Japanese on my carpet Teach you some’, talk and hit my weed, y’all exulted Peace and love not gon kill the beast till yall want it It beat you dumb when they hear you breathe they piece you up So either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah Ain’t rap like this in a New York minute Flow so cold shit got New York timid Boy I know you softer than newborn kittens I got a hot streak only a few gon witness A reunion, Landon with the Gold boys No choice I got more lines than corduroy Imma clip you, put you on a poster boy Like Blake Griffin when we got the AK hitting Fuck yo feelings, cable couch and yo dealer Asked why I don’t like you - no idea Beef kept building, no Ikea Till I pulled out the chain like Kurapika Oh my Jeez I spaz for no damn reason I could ball off no damn features Stand up like there’s no damn bleachers Rappers going fall like dominos Powder up the nose you know how this shit go Woah Cops stay on patrol Tool on my waist it’ll fix a nigga for sure Woah I serve the game faithfully niggas trying take from me but can’t even pray for me Woah Keep my feet feather lite Yea that’s right I don’t smoke no fucking weed with this pipe Yea I’m living good focused on the world stage Get the bag bust it down for my compadres Niggas hate me now man what did I say I can barely see them when I’m on the highway Swerving Boujie in suburban Catch me in the rose if they fuck with me it’s curtains Teeth neck wrist get kept on frozen niggas round the way ain’t come with a purpose I’m chosen