Lighten - Simawn. Lyrics

Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Haha, Simawn on this one
Hey, hey!

Back in it, back in this shit where Im backin' this clique
All on my dick and all on my kicks
Look at my wrist and look at my whip
I got some bands
Just enough money to pay all my rents
Platinum disc in my hands
I wanna talk about grams
Over and over again
Look at my plans

Huh
Famous and shit
Give me the check in a lickety-split
Huh
Smarter then Rick
Cut you off charts like a celery stick, huh
Conjuring trick
Keaning shit like I'm playin' John Wick

Yeah
Huh
Simawn!

Livin' RL
Some of y'all missin' the visual cell
Got to feel well
Vibin' it well
Half of y'all dead or lock up in jail
But we're all dead
Seems like you livin' the tale
We don't really care 'bout the scale, yeah
Mesure my heat on a fahrenheit scale

Huh (yeah)

Mesure my heat?
Back in the streets
Generate heat
Will you just stop with the tweet
Boy LP knows that you weak
You on you streak
Boy I won't say it, no speak
Some of y'all packin' the six
Some put baguette on the wrist
Until you're lost in the mist, huh

Whiteboy
Simawn!