P.Smid - Lift Off Lyrics

Yo,
You see sometimes
It doesn't matter how hard you try
It doesn't matter what you do
There's still gonna be some cunt
Who thinks you ain't shit
Uh
They ain't ever wanna see me rise up,
Tell them times up
Pumped like rump steak
Got that prime cut
Hut one, hut two
Give a f*ck about you
Money talk let me show you what that mouth do
Yeah I'm in the game playing on a flame
That's my next move next hit
Flex shit in the booth
If I connect it to the mouth I call it Bluetooth
You disrespect expect me to be rude too
Cutting edge style like some jimmy choo shoes
I got it figured out I never needed blues clues
Ain't got nothing to lose
I get minimum views
I'm running in and out of bad news
Cause I got a shawty in the chat box with them XO's
Sure know how to mouth off yes she deep throats
She a mess mouth keep running
Running like Tedesco
Tell ya sis say it with her chest though
I'm tired of the haters yo I'm falling asleep
I'm counting the sheep
They calling me little miss bo peep
I'm going deep
I'm tryna be owning the fleet
They're phoning the street
I'm only laying low off the heat
SMID if you ain't never heard of me
Never tell a lie
Never be committing perjury
I pick em and they panic
Perriee giving surgery
Your opinion doesn't refer to me
Uh
All my life I've been hiding in a dark spot
Now I tell them all to kick rocks
All of my haters gotta get got
I'm ready for lift off
Haters gotta get got,
Lift off
Haters gotta get got,
Lift off
Haters gotta get got I'm ready for lift off
Haters gotta get got,
Lift off
I got em pissed off
Just know when you're hating
I'm really motivating you to do a little better
They putting me down they found it got em feeling better
Whether I'm doing good at bad they're gonna say whatever
Spread a rumour like a virus
Billy Ray Cyrus
One hit
Now you got to wonder where your eyes went
Jealousy make a bitch so irrelevant
I'm just doing me
And I do it for the hell of it
Raise ya spirits I'm about to spill it
Yeah I'll be spitting and killing a million
I'm the rapping villain
They never did it but they play the critic
The countdown tell me now
Whose widit whose widit
10 toes up 9, 8, 7
Keep em guessing
6 praying for a cut
I'm giving 5 a blessing
4 lions in the den
And 3 wise men
I'm gunning 2 but
The only 1 who ain't dead uh
The only one who ain't dead
The late bloomer flower self raised tryna make bread
Get that tip top
And imma tell the haters get got uh
All my life I've been hiding in a dark spot
Now I tell them all to kick rocks
All of my haters gotta get got
I'm ready for lift off
Haters gotta get got
Lift off
All my life I've been hiding in a dark spot
Now I tellem all to kick rocks
All of my haters gotta get got
I'm ready for lift off I'm ready for lift off
Get got
Haters gotta get got
Lift off
Haters gotta get got
Lift off
Haters gotta get got
I'm ready for lift off
Haters gotta get got
LIFT OFF
Oh yeah it stops right there