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I don't engage with hate. Niggas afraid to say what they think. Regardless of that thought, I ain't losing no sleep. They don't know nothing about the road for weeks. Coming home with hella cheese, but the rats can't Eat. Only facts I speak. Rap being did the beat. Stack in, you elite. Brought my own sand to the beach. Stand for my beliefs. Can't hold hands with the weak. You can only lead them to the water, but Can't make them drink. Must remind niggas of they Father, how they try to be like me. Walking through the fire, half the ice the Jesus Piece. And magnify my hustle for a big knot. How a has-been gon' show you how to be Big time? How he have his, but burn a Bridge, then act mad rich soon as I'm trying To get mine. Fuck nigga discussing if my shit Flop. Pockets overweight, but the sonic stay on Tip-top. Shit apparent, clearer than zip. Scared of being forty, barely anything to show for It. Critics and these niggas in my city got Me naughty. This what I asked for, I can't Avoid it. But it's always a choice, Pick your poison. Voice in my head saying, "Go in." I feel like it's too early for the Moët. Gotta put more work in. I ain't satisfied with a good year. Yeah. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. But we ain't finna take this bitch off. They ain't give a shit, but we got it Out the ground. I'm in the gym practicing for The win 'til they turn the lights off. Shine. Lights off. Yeah. Lights off. Yeah, yeah. Lights off. Come on. We get better with time, wherever we Shine. Ready to die for this neck on the Line. Made my way, no pressure to sign. Settled my mind, so tell them I'm fine. Chose my path and then it rolls with math. Check my graph, big checks to cash. They check my staff, getting left in bags. Those that have don't flex so bad. Learn from hustlers to move strategic. Study my enemies and chose a weakness. They put faith in who's the deepest. Lets me know who the sheep is. I'm a threat 'cause I hold your secrets. What was said plus what was done. Your lames can't out-curve the helix. Limited reach, you can't touch the sun. Yeah. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. But we ain't finna take this bitch off. They ain't give a shit, but we got it Out the ground. I'm in the gym practicing for The win 'til they turn the lights off. Lights off. Yeah. Lights off. Lights off. B, we dropping nothing but heat, dog. Trips to foreign land, burning trees is how we Ball. Yeah, my passport all stamped up. My European thirty-date tour just wrapped up. Now it's back to the States to check some Other traps. Up in the lab with my fam, Cooking up classic raps. Gourmet, top shelf spitter, dog. Wrong folk, all my guys coming to hit all Of y'all. We got no time for the jibber-jabber. Our health and our wealth the only thing that Really matters. I see you still in the club Tricking with pretty women. I'm working on leaving legacies for my Grandchildren. Uh, the older just get wiser. Grown man spit that gets no liver. Create your own destinies, try to be the driver. When it's all said and we'll see who's the Sole survivors.
Young RJ, Guilty Simpson, Phat Kat — Lights Off
«Lights Off» — Young RJ, Guilty Simpson, Phat Kat. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:34. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
