Fire in the Basement
Eyes Won't Close 2 out right now you heard me say you heard me
I got the city on tilt
Ahhhh (Tye got one!)
Dumbass
I just bought another watch cuz I had hard times
I ain't do it by myself make sure we all shine
Yeen never dropped T's and have a long line
Yeen struggle, when you needed help you used to call moms
No Excusez come from nothing this lor thing of ours
Nigga said he want smoke I turn his ass to Zours
50 band aids on me don't ever play wit me
Just make sure you stand on everything you say to me
All this pressure on my mind I put it on ya head
What somebody else doing I never really cared
I like my opps like my money, all them bitches dead
Get caught playing the other side, I ain't tryna hear it
Fill up funeral homes it's a spot for you
If you got ya bannies right I got a block for you
We wanted to live like the rappers so we started bipping
Going through hard times by myself really made me different
I ont trust him wit a whole, I threw a half to him
I gotta let this stress out or I'mma zap soon
You see how I'm lit up that pressure making diamonds
They don't respect you cuz you bluffing acting like you shining
The last real one left I know they get the message
If I never make it big, a legend where I'm stepping
Acting like you want me win boy I'm on to you
You gone show ya bitch ways soon as I stop doing for you
Living like a baller come wit leaches and shit
See that money ain't nothing it's bout keeping that shit
You can't be a selfish nigga you leading the ship
You gotta be selfless everybody get a piece of this shit
Ain't cherish nothing dogged everything out
I ain't even worried bout my pain I thug everything out
This how it go up here
Got blow up here
Was mad as shit when the air ran out the blow-up bed
I know they ain't gone help me
I'mma open up the door for me
Never complaining bout somebody not supporting me
I drop a deuce of the Wok, heavy leaning now
My point 6 I shot a 5 I'm yelling gain a pound
Roll on a nigga everybody stay solid
Now that load coming in it's time to make a way out it
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Roll on a nigga everybody stay solid
Now that load coming in it's time to make a way out it
Hey, hey, hey
No Excusez come from nothing this lor thing of ourz
Nigga said he want smoke I turn his ass to Zours
50 band aids on me don't ever play wit me
(Tye got one!)
I got the city on tilt
Ahhhh (Tye got one!)
Dumbass
I just bought another watch cuz I had hard times
I ain't do it by myself make sure we all shine
Yeen never dropped T's and have a long line
Yeen struggle, when you needed help you used to call moms
No Excusez come from nothing this lor thing of ours
Nigga said he want smoke I turn his ass to Zours
50 band aids on me don't ever play wit me
Just make sure you stand on everything you say to me
All this pressure on my mind I put it on ya head
What somebody else doing I never really cared
I like my opps like my money, all them bitches dead
Get caught playing the other side, I ain't tryna hear it
Fill up funeral homes it's a spot for you
If you got ya bannies right I got a block for you
We wanted to live like the rappers so we started bipping
Going through hard times by myself really made me different
I ont trust him wit a whole, I threw a half to him
I gotta let this stress out or I'mma zap soon
You see how I'm lit up that pressure making diamonds
They don't respect you cuz you bluffing acting like you shining
The last real one left I know they get the message
If I never make it big, a legend where I'm stepping
Acting like you want me win boy I'm on to you
You gone show ya bitch ways soon as I stop doing for you
Living like a baller come wit leaches and shit
See that money ain't nothing it's bout keeping that shit
You can't be a selfish nigga you leading the ship
You gotta be selfless everybody get a piece of this shit
Ain't cherish nothing dogged everything out
I ain't even worried bout my pain I thug everything out
This how it go up here
Got blow up here
Was mad as shit when the air ran out the blow-up bed
I know they ain't gone help me
I'mma open up the door for me
Never complaining bout somebody not supporting me
I drop a deuce of the Wok, heavy leaning now
My point 6 I shot a 5 I'm yelling gain a pound
Roll on a nigga everybody stay solid
Now that load coming in it's time to make a way out it
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Roll on a nigga everybody stay solid
Now that load coming in it's time to make a way out it
Hey, hey, hey
No Excusez come from nothing this lor thing of ourz
Nigga said he want smoke I turn his ass to Zours
50 band aids on me don't ever play wit me
(Tye got one!)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Hian Moore, Dorian Tate
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