[Verse 1: dweller]
Yeah, I’ve been in the cut, with a razor blade
Yeah, I just live it up every single day
Oh yeah, we gon’ hit a drill, Major Payne
Got that gas, and cook like grill, propane
Sometimes life gets too real, numb it with Novocaine
Huh yeah, on a track with BT
Huh yeah, they see us like TV
Yeah, we shine like diamonds, VVS
Yeah, we keep on climbing
We’re too hot, but we’re cold yeah
Oh my goodness, change the climate
Yeah, we gon’ keep on goin’, never stoppin’ always flowin’
Never ever ever stoppin’, just keep growin’ and growin’
You don’t got shit, and I got my bitch moanin’
All the way from the night into the mornin’
Yeah, in the morning
Morning
It’s the morning
Morning
[Verse 2: BT]
Voices in my head, and they told me don't stop yet
They've been on my dick, but this ain't no contest
Demons in my mind, and they feel so toxic
I was born to win, now it's my conquest
My name is BT, yeah I'm on the track with dweller
I was in the dark, really made it out the cellar
Smokin' packs every day, then I had to get sober
Bitch I just came back, told 'em that it's not over
I stay with the fire, heard my opps are tryna start shit
That boy is a liar, all he talk about is LARP shit
I don't miss the shot, you know I always hit my target
I was just takin' off, now I feel like I've departed
With your girl the party's getting started
Ain't from Earth, I feel like I'm a Martian
Got her flower, now I'm in her garden
I'm so lit that they think that it's arson
I just wake up, then I go to work now
They all hate us, but she still gon' twerk down
I was prayin', now I pop like perc, wow
I'ma spray him, all you hear is burst sound
[Verse 3: dweller & BT]
Ok I'm back, like I said
Me and BT on the track, we too lit you wack
I'm with dweller, that's my slatt
Take your girl, hit from the back
Run up on me we run a train, we get her right on track
Bitch we cookin' up, would you like a snack?
We just cheffin' up, meet us in the back
Smoke? We gun him down, asthma attack
We don't play around bitch, all we know is facts
Enough is enough, ok
I've been pretty up, yeah
I need to tighten up
My life is way too rough
And we just take your slut
G19 shit gon' bust
These hoes only want the lust
But I really only want the love
Off the cuff, pockets [stuffed?]
Diamond money, Africa
Razor blade, in the cut
I'm full of strain, indica
I was smokin' my pain away, I was smokin' that Runtz
Now I need to get paid today, now just I need the bucks
Smith & Wesson gon' spray away, run up on us
Fuck you gonna say today, bitch we boutta bust
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