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Xavier Lewis
Xavier Lewis
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Lukas McLaughlin
Lukas McLaughlin
Songwriter:in
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Lucas Quinn
Lucas Quinn
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Lyrics

I'm so out it
I'm a mile 'way from heaven
Got no business being round here
Round my way there's only deadends
You know what I'm saying
Found my way with no directions
Played my cards, I'm finessing
Sammy Sosa every session
Big hitter, big stepper uh
Know you ain't talking to me
I ball, top of the tee
I talk topics of free
And green through family trees uh
Knights that turn to a king uh
Trained to never lose steam uh
Through me they can finally dream uh
Through me they can finally dream uh
Parked in a spot
You'd be surprised who they brought
You'd be surprised uh
After I tell 'em my plot
After my blood done clotted, lost my thoughts
But never turned into a flop
Never gave in to an op
Bitch I'm a stock that's rising
You just in hiding hoping I stop uh
Yeah, now you see
It's apparent motherfuckers can't finish
Uh huh
Catch your feet
They should play my tape for clinics
Uh huh
Stay in suites
Perks of handling my business
Uh uh
Not a peace 'less a **** stay winning
Need me to land on to my two
Bury me now into a tomb made for a king
Made it a thing
When you that real it's nothing to prove
When you that real it's nothing but love
Girls at the shows, rosé the buzz
I'm just a case
Start at the ground
Brick by brick building it up
Get my weight up, heavyweight
Get to wake up everyday
And go change up how I'm living
I'm gone make sure we okay
And I layup with a ten
And I layup with the money
What's a shot I can't make
Life's a motherfucking layup
Get my weight up, heavyweight
Get to wake up everyday
And go change up how I'm living
I'm gone make sure we okay
And I layup with a ten
And I layup with the money
What's a shot I can't make
Life's a motherfucking layup, I swear
Finger roll
Put it back and let me float
Let me Range Rover over to your home
I'll be gone uh
They moving like stone until the pass me the rock
I have to pass up my pops
He say it pays to be the boss yeah
Chopping it up
The code is ties and tux
Hmm fancy as fuck
Deposit on chain and Indian rug attracts the India Love's uh
Pressure immense, they love when I win
It's championship or bust
The chances of me at the front are slim
But fuck it I drive it, it's always in clutch
Now you see
In the stu, I'm akin to a chemist
Uh huh
On the roof, I ain't seen y'all in a minute
Uh huh
Got my team on my back, Greg Jennings
Uh huh
Double Gs on my hat, Greg Jennings
Harder too see when it's a dream
I'm in a trance, don't intervene
Don't entertain none of them hoes
Don't entertain nothing but me
When you this real it's nothing but love
Albums are gold, counting it up
I'm just a case
Start at the ground
Brick by brick building it up
Get my weight up, heavyweight
Get to wake up everyday
And go change up how I'm living
I'm gone make sure we okay
And I layup with a ten
And I layup with the money
What's a shot I can't make
Life's a motherfucking layup
Get my weight up, heavyweight
Get to wake up everyday
And go change up how I'm living
I'm gone make sure we okay
And I layup with a ten
And I layup with the money
What's a shot I can't make
Life's a motherfucking layup, I swear
Written by: Lukas McLaughlin, Xavier Lewis
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