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Hold up, Pop another bottle for your sorrows Pop another bottle for a model Pop another bottle for bravado And everything it took, To hop about the pad and see tomorrow Bravo, cleyo said it's real niggas on the rising The way I see it, I don't even swallow pride so When they try to treat me like a field nigga I feel a blast at a dollar sign, no borrowed time Had that money to my daylight savings Had the grab but I hit the brakes lights waiting For a chance to take above the speed limit Except the fans get the ticket for the pace I'm taking Gather round, it's another celebration For a hateful nigga with a stellar presentation Shooting for the stars like I'm sagitarius What's hilarious, these niggas really think I'm won't make it [Hook] x 2 Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin I said we fin to make a killin, And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different I'm tryina keep the drive con till I'm empty And if I die tomorrow man I hope that destin dizz me Do the eulogy, and then call up Andrew burigo So he can write the epitaph of fellow major leaguer ...nah, I ain't tryina be morbid But know that some bad niggas be orbiting Galaxy phones tryina empty out my wallet And make me drop the ball like I'm brady out the pocket but Back to the present man, we're making it clear Ain't another nigga reachin where we take it this year To these new jack niggas, I'ma beat start level Make the green talk like Louis shopper horus of a treble But I ain't see more, you niggas too busy dressin You should done see more But everything that be spoke out my mouth like salvo row I'm tell it to the beats, take a seat or take the flow, nigga [Hook] x 2 Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin I said we fin to make a killin, And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different And I wrestle with these thoughts to make sure they all pair Don't even need a ...cause either way I'm gonna win See it's funny how this writing changed the world I live in Went from dreams to getting shot, to an ivy league dent From 2 eassays, I ain't talkin bout a Mexican I mean the words for acceptance To that college resume, Low braid eye nigga, from the west and the rich man Where niggas used to hang bout tradition The first sentence I crafted, changed my position Modern reefer had to write ends from the beginning In the end it helped me fly, little more liberal Brand new world, I'm a little more lyrical Near death experience, is little more spiritual Sphere influence, success is more critical I'm pen and paper chasing my whole life And it flash before my life when I hold mikes [Hook] x 2 Put your hands to the ceiling, my plan steady building Screaming homicide, cause we fin to make a killin I said we fin to make a killin, And ain't nobody here, fin to tell a nigga different. |