LarryNeverLost - Half Life Crisis Lyrics

Tell me how it is, tell me how you feel,
IIs it really real
Is it really real
Are you really real
Are you really real
If I asked you to cut him off, if I asked you to block him, what would you do if I told
You I was outside with the crew

Would you pray for me, or would you question me
Do you wanna count this bread
Do you wanna flex with me
Wanna get these checks with me

Do you wanna check on me
Do you wanna get in the mix
You know I'm goin' nuts, I'm goin' insane, wait, I'm goin' Usain, wait, I'm, uh, I'm runnin
It up, yeah, ooh, I'm settin' these records, uh, your bitch outta line, uh, nigga, you better check her
Double up, nah, for real, boutta line up on that bitch like checkers, yeah, come and get
It for the low, striped up, yeah, I'm ridin' with a four, striped up, yeah, bitch, I'm ridin
With a pole, yeah,
I race a lil' bitch like NASCAR, yeah
I ain't never lie, I cop the A.R., uh, but you would never see, cause I can't snitch on myself, uh, but if you wanna
See, lil' bitch, I could knock off your health,

Ayy
Nah, for real, though
Take off the top knock off the shelf
I wanna cop the convert, yeah
I wanna cop the convert, yeah
I wanna grow out my head, yeah, dye it like Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I'm from the dirt like worms, Yeah, got it from the dirt like Worms, yeah, Got it from the dirt like worms, yeah,
Niggas is lame, they germs uh,
Ballin' on a like Herm, ayy,
Ballin' on a nigga like herm, yeah, ayy, ayy
Ayy, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh
We love you, Saint