Raise the Bar

Adam on the track We keep it blicked up Bet you won't take none I make her shake some Me and Glok go crazy dumb Turn it up when you hear this song Got your bitch, she gon' f*ck to my song After this, don't call my phone I need the cheese, provolone If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on Say you what? You lame, you wrong We 'bout to blow, go boom Y'all be my sons, go to your room Told my boy, Glok, he a star You gonna know who we are Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far You can try but we raisin' the bar Yeah, bitch, we raisin' the bar We got the dope in the car Told my mama, "I'm a star" I be really livin' large I like my bitches concеited Look in my eyes, I'm a dеmon I ain't no addict, but I do the drugs 'cause I need 'em (For real) Tony Montana mentality I body my verses, fatality I manifested my reality Mom and dad, I hope you proud of me I've just been gettin' these bands Tats on my hands, bitch, I'm the man You gotta stick with the plan (Yo, what's the plan?) Dodge Uncle Sam Ayy, I got unlimited zippies I smoke like a hippy, I smoke 'til I'm trippy I'm gettin' the bag, yes, I'm busy He mad 'cause his girl's chillin' with me I'm livin' my life to the fullest If you is not, then you foolish Gucci condom 'cause I'm boujee If you don't like it, then sue me, uh We keep it blicked up Bet you won't take none I make her shake some Me and Glok go crazy dumb Turn it up when you hear this song Got your bitch, she gon' f*ck to my song After this, don't call my phone I need the cheese, provolone If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on Say you what? You lame, you wrong We 'bout to blow, go boom Y'all be my sons, go to your room Told my boy, Glok, he a star You gonna know who we are Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far You can try but we raisin' the bar Tony Montana, I'm clutchin' my hammer There's seven grams in the cigar I went from my house to the plug's house And I ain't even have to go far Put down the bars and I'm raisin' the bar Went out my way, someone stay in my car Man, they talkin' that shit But I never regard 'cause they know where I Stay, findin' me, yeah, they are I put my address on the internet I like the conflict 'cause we into that All of the weak links, I got rid of that If it's a problem Find out where you livin' at Don't want them rottweilers in Your front yard (Front yard) That metal on me like it was a junkyard I get 'em gone in sixty seconds You gettin' hit up from which direction Thought I was flyin' on Southwest But the "SW" Smith & Wesson Your best bet is to get to steppin' 'cause there ain't no protection With this aggression And I need my money like the church When I come 'round for this collection (Bitch) We keep it blicked up Bet you won't take none I make her shake some Me and Glok go crazy dumb Turn it up when you hear this song Got your bitch, she gon' f*ck to my song After this, don't call my phone I need the cheese, provolone If it's up, then it's stuck, it's on Say you what? You lame, you wrong We 'bout to blow, go boom Y'all be my sons, go to your room Told my boy, Glok, he a star You gonna know who we are Outta sight 'cause we goin' too far You can try but we raisin' the bar