[ Featuring WERD SMITH, SUMMITFROMDANORF ]
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah
What Jay said?
Look
Can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I said I gotta make the song cry
Yeah I gotta make it
Look
This might be the realest shit I ever wrote
Sometimes the people that you love will hurt you the most
Old friends looking at me like they seen a ghost
Bar for bar every line is a line you could quote
I inspire the most
I be high off the smoke
Keep a eye on ya folk
Cause when shit hit the fan you see they was never ya bro
I know some shit about people I would never expose
That's cause I ain't no hoe
I just know you never had a .38 pointed to ya face muhf*cka
While these phonies hate I been living great muhf*cka
Bad bitches with cake wanna fornicate muhf*cka
When I steal the plate money slide in safe muhf*cka
Beef welly the steak
Juice & gin and potato puree
Went from pastrami on tray to $200 entrees
I leveled up
Keep it plain jane never ice the bezel up
Tell me who better than us
Trust it's no doing it like this baby
Mr. Bambino up to bat and I make hits baby
And, and I don't give a f*ck whether you love or hate me
Cause what you eat nah that don't make me shit baby
I'm just a Norf Town kid with a great flow
But the west side taught me lots of game though
Uncle banging on the table yellin domino
This that everything I said is on my momma flow, oh
This might be the realest shit I ever wrote
This the God talking lean on every word I spoke
Visual dopeness seething in the flows
These niggas is hopeless I lead like I'm Moses
Splitting the water and walking with the hope
Young Summit f*ck em all it's either you sink or you float
Either lion or sheep
It don't matter to me
My niggas ready for war
It's death or victory
I'mma leave it on the line Grandma hanging clothes
Pockets was low but tummys full you ain't know how it goes
Deep in the Norf
We saw what Pac was talkin bout the rose
Only rainbows after rain and that's just how it goes
Only pain goes after gain look at me when you go
I promise I'm gon be the one to life us out the hole
Profit in my mind
Peace within my soul
Young Summit divine carry me into the lord
I could die right now and won't have no regrets
Shit I'm so high right now it's like I live with jets
This player shit been in me they say that it was bred
I'm tryna put my niggas on without losing my head
Without losing my grip
I remember back inside the Honda when niggas would dip
Pull up on the homies, you got five? shit I'mma talk to Chris
We gon smoke a dub to the face just like we was kids
Shit
So I gotta make the song cry
Couldn't see it coming down my
So I gotta make the
Look
Yeah
Can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
Said I gotta make the song cry
Gotta make the song cry
Yeah
