HIT ME UP (feat. Lynksfr, Dreyspurpo, lando., Young Crow, Calimari, Endeshaw & J Apollo)

Life, hey man you know how life be You gon' kick it to the ground Kick it to the curb But y'all just get back up You know That shit make you feel invincible sometimes, but you know I be walking through this path I'm about to lash out High for the people offering me help I'm about to back out Lately life been banning me over-blown with my back out But I ain't a pussy, I'm a keep throwing it back not gonna tap out Hop on the mic and I might crash, reps on it be like I'm jacked out Like you ain't seen nothing yet Novacane'd now I ain't feeling nothing and Hate to brag but the game ain't ready yet Twenty lies I been told and they ain't making sense Man it's been a fucking while Living life, getting sober, ever since October I've been fiending for a high I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told you no All that I told you, I meant it for real Never did I once lie right through my teeth Depending on the moment I feel right Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by Keep my room so spotless, like my head is thoughtless Caught up in monotonous, keep it cautious When I'm cruising so I'm never thought a nuisance What if I don't make it with the music, well suited to be refuted Always talk about how I'm top shit, but I'm not shit, I been lost shit Thought this would get me out my fucking head Mind still racing basement placement like I said Drained this paintless picture me dead I'm on the top dog, but what if I'm not dog So what if I'm lost dog, and not what you thought dog Rooftop chillin, like we Batman's villain Dark clothes, hella hoes, got a suit with bullet holes Who's that, at the door, shit I think it's time to go Who's that, at the door, shit I think it's time to go 168, don't debate, yeah they great Not an eight out of ten, they a ten no debate Gotta skate, to their shit, gotta make shit like them Keep it hundred outta ten, keep it hundred outta ten Are we even friends, would you follow till the end Kill your pride and your ego man that shit is not your friend Yeah it's hard to be a good guy, easy to be bad Hard to ignore the hate it's easy to get mad yeah Just because they comment doesn't mean they really care You could host a fucking party but nobody would be there Yeah it's hard to make a brand, but it's easy to get sad Easy to get clout, but it's hard to get some fans yeah Carry me home, all the way home Way back we was chilling alone Stay back when you calling my phone Maybach when I'm driving alone I'm steady, stay ready Hands sweaty, they heavy In the coop, f*ck Betty This is new Machiavelli, hundred rounds feeling heavy Out of town in the Chevy Broke down, when the whole town be silent Slow down when I'm crying No sound when I'm quiet Hold out I ain't lying This shit is visionary, position myself like missionary Twenty years of itinerary, you could look me up in the dictionary Tame the ego before you put it over etiquette Shows your pride it be delicate Delegate with my team when I make a decision Need steps in-line with God's vision He got the patent for patients But he not pulling my punches Just been moving with intention Feeling better than I ever been Not many people left So you know that I'm moving right Got the blueprint for my few friends I be spitting crack like I'm toothless If you get that shit then you glued in Lobby ain't full you could que in Needing a hit of the pharmaceutical, to get out your cubicle cuticle Cleaning the dirt off my hands after planting these seeds, I be cooking and eating them too Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Stay up like apostrophes, not obsolete Come get your bitch she bother me Use no hands like soccer teams, I'm a prodigy Now they claim I'm a wannabe, like honestly Haven't I proved it's an odyssey, that I'm a modern day socrates So I cross the t's, and I dot the i's, and the prophecies start to fall in line This is quality so we pouring wine, getting broccoli like all the time This the divine, feminine, now I'm showing signs that i'll get to the top Focus on music and not the clock or the stop watch, this is top notch Needed some inspiration so I went to the desert I'm showing my effort, we in it together Ain't gonna fold when the cameras are flashing, cuz coal to a diamond is cause of the pressure Whatever the measure, I'm giving her pleasure There isn't a point if it isn't forever Hopped on the track and it's already crazy, but I did a verse and now I made it better Man it's been a fucking awhile Living life, getting sober, ever since October I've been fiending for a high I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told you no All that I told you, I meant it for real Never did I once lie right through my teeth Depending on the moment I feel right Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by