Northern L!ghts

(Yeah turn it up nigga yeah Six Six Seven All the Angelic energy all These vibes it was meant for you ) Walking down my path Tunnel vision like it's New to me I try to stay to excited But damn can't give Off hype Gonna party like Dj Herc Who staying until The after night Reasons everyday to want To change a life Everything really left with No turn of right Stuck on a got damn tree Got to call me kite I don't think you what it Is to want to wake up And fight Damn let me take A break Let me get it in The mix I'ma Hop up in I'm finna spit I mean I'm finna fizz I don't got to pop I don't Want to sign Nigga from the motherfucking Hood common sense I don't Have to tell a lie Four eight two three four Is what it's hitting on Eastside nigga know What it's hitting for I'm chillin high while I'm sitting hella low I'ma get dropping Finna blow You ain't saying nothing What he talking about What he know¿ Talking forced façade What an ego I'ma drop a few feathers In the sky, flying eagle I'ma drop catch an ankle Call me William Regal What motivates me is When I'm left alone Nobody care about what I take serious Let alone all that f*ck shit I wasn't hearing it Want to hear a thought, but Pretend to be delirious I'm faster than when I was furious I'ma play that nigga like he George play him like He curious I'ma keep growing weed Keep on doing me ain't Shit changed Been doing my thing Walking with a limp In this bitch Without a cane Bending through the elements Gotta call me Ang Turn me up this here hit Bang bang If you pointed left we going to Switch lanes Buster brown ass nigga asking Why motherfuckers gotta Be lame I don't want no hoes Need a peace keeper Some girl, that make Pockets expand That's an old lady I know she want The hot sauce Bag of candy I'm a granny's baby Smooth runner like I was born fresh From the Eighties I haven't you seen You lately Passed you up I'm on a Fast track no games That's why the women in That girl do not try to Play me It's some shit that have Concern the rest do Not phase a g You "wanna, gonna" have To turn me up Like an auto semi her ass Finna buss As if I'm attracting sluts So much gas in this weed More fresh than Nantucket can In rolled back to packed blunts What a rush My style I'm dumbing out This bitch just not from ' Connecticut