Now ain’t that right?
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Up in that ride, up in that ride!
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Now ain’t that right? Now ain’t that right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m droppin records!
I, I’m spittin different man
I make it for my homies, I got all my niggas trippin, yeah!
We out here bumpin, speakers kickin while we whippin man
They say I keep it real my nigga, I know the feelin, yeah!
Witness a nigga that make the ground break
Won’t bump no other rappers that’s downgrade
I switch my flow up in outta town ways
And then I brought your woman to the man cave!
Focus on the kill then I detonate
He wasn’t sure what I meant, let it resonate
Too many niggas think they nice, till I set em straight
Break a few records then I get away!
Yeah life is what you make it!
Y’all on that fake shit anyways?
I dreamed to be a rap nigga
To my dreams I dedicate
I’m getting tired of buying weed, I might grow it on the low
Just brought some liquor in, I’m bout to let it pour
Just bought these trees, but I think I want some more
Man, I hit up the dispensary like that shit is a grocery store
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m droppin records,
I, I’m spittin different man
I make it for my homies, I got all my niggas trippin, yeah!
We out here bumpin, speakers kickin while we whippin man
They say I keep it real my nigga, I know the feelin, yeah!
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Up in that ride, up in that ride!
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Now ain’t that right? Now ain’t that right?
Witness a nigga thats gone get down too!
Gettin fucked up when I go out, like a damn fool
Been crazy getting shwazey in the damn school
Lets hit these drinks, then lets get to round 2
Tryna get paid at all costs,
Taking trips to the north for that jack frost
Been a pyro since a child, with the matchbox
Now I spit flames chasin plaques dog
Yeah I smoke and drink, no time outs
Good vibes is what I’m bout
And proving all you niggas wrong
Evertime that y’all doubt
I’m getting tired of buying weed, I might grow it on the low
Just brought some liquor in, I’m bout to let it pour
Just bought these trees, but I think I want some more
Man, I hit up the dispensary like that shit is a grocery store
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m droppin records!
I, I’m spittin different man
I make it for my homies, I got all my niggas trippin, yeah!
We out here bumpin, speakers kickin while we whippin man
They say I keep it real my nigga, I know the feelin, yeah!
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Up in that ride, up in that ride!
I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight, I got heavyweight!
Now ain’t that right? Now ain’t that right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Get down nigga!
Get down nigga!
Get down nigga!
credits
from Blame Yourself,
track released March 31, 2015
Produced By Roca Beats
Engineered By Angelo Quaglia At Northfire Recording Studio
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