feels good, believe that
BELIEVE THAT
back home man, I love this shit
(waves)
yeah, yeah, (oh lord, oh lord) yeah
pat came thru with a bunch of grams, oh man
its that same old shit, bruh stick to plan
im locked in
they all wanna throw shade all together
knowing that some change is becoming
knew itd be the waves since the day i complain that my basement is bumping
sounding like thunder, rookie oh rookie oh rookie 100
8 gold chains cuz the block gon love us
know its all strait cuz we pull the same numbas
ayy i think they smell trouble
made it to the top what you stay for
a few days you aint shit when the day gone
sun dance
what the fuck yall thought shade for
but we dance in the rainstorm
this the shit that god love
that shit that got us
flowing like ships, Bahama’s
smoked out Impala’s
y’all pre Madonnas
aye Fel gon wind up
through baby momma
and start that drama
y’all speak that blah, blah
CT I gotcha
its just me and my rastas, ready or not
swear I deliever, I come to your support
boil a river in winter that’s hot
kill the accomplice, he’s leaking my plot
calling my shots like bang
smoke on YouTube and get paid
look at the life that we made
knew I blow up once I step on that stage
now I get dubs for ten bucks in LA
aye
turn me up, turn me up louder
no I don’t fuck with you cowards
bruh
soon as I step out the shower, I’m ready for war
you aint got the power (no)
I came through
I said I came through
this that 2273 motherfucker this aint new
(never is, never is bruh)
I got too much ill shit in the palm