Vivid Songtext
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I can see so vivid since the moment I came back down
Make a couple million in 3 days I like how that sound
In my city heard my music tryna act now
Bitch ain’t show no love so I tell em all to back down
Ooh
Bring me down
Ooh
I like how that sound
Ooh
Act now
Make a couple million in 3 days I like how that sound
In my city heard my music tryna act now
Bitch ain’t show no love so I tell em all to back down
Ooh
Bring me down
Ooh
I like how that sound
Ooh
Act now
Ooh
Back down
Crazy how the kid you look over now like a sky scraper
Took off like a rocket skirt by my past Like bye bye haters
They try to say I mumble turn rubble the walls that you build
Pipe down cuz they know this skill could get me killed
mama say boi you flexin do ya damn thing
On my hustle tryna make my fucking fans scream
Day i put my wife and daughter in some gold chains
I’m spitting all this fire like my lungs been full of propane
Hard to be humble when I’m the greatest that there’s ever been
Good at music like I’m good at breathing oxygen
It takes me like a second to record after I write one
Swear I’m barely trying I’m 19 and I’m an icon
Hook
On god I got some scars on my way here
Lame nigga actin I might give his ass a face lift All my shooters active they be strappin with a hollow tip
This is my shit I be saucing when I take my trip
Losing people ain’t shit really new to me
Done fucking crying now I’m saving all my energy
Don’t cuff no bitch give a fuck if she feelin me
Don’t claim no fam you ain’t here then you ain’t kin to me
Man I swear this shit be killin me
Flossing on these beats and destroying all my enemies
Swear this shit is killin me
If you ain’t at the table then that means you don’t meant shit to me
(Dank an Maxime Fretz für den Text)
Back down
Crazy how the kid you look over now like a sky scraper
Took off like a rocket skirt by my past Like bye bye haters
They try to say I mumble turn rubble the walls that you build
Pipe down cuz they know this skill could get me killed
mama say boi you flexin do ya damn thing
On my hustle tryna make my fucking fans scream
Day i put my wife and daughter in some gold chains
I’m spitting all this fire like my lungs been full of propane
Hard to be humble when I’m the greatest that there’s ever been
Good at music like I’m good at breathing oxygen
It takes me like a second to record after I write one
Swear I’m barely trying I’m 19 and I’m an icon
Hook
On god I got some scars on my way here
Lame nigga actin I might give his ass a face lift All my shooters active they be strappin with a hollow tip
This is my shit I be saucing when I take my trip
Losing people ain’t shit really new to me
Done fucking crying now I’m saving all my energy
Don’t cuff no bitch give a fuck if she feelin me
Don’t claim no fam you ain’t here then you ain’t kin to me
Man I swear this shit be killin me
Flossing on these beats and destroying all my enemies
Swear this shit is killin me
If you ain’t at the table then that means you don’t meant shit to me
(Dank an Maxime Fretz für den Text)
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