DIVINE1

Yeah, you know how we do it We always, always on a roll Yeah, you know how we do it Always love to lose control And we hate when they come around With they blue and red patrol Ah, these li'l motherfuckers We coming for they throne Like a hoe, bruv I ain't got no shame, bruv Bitches talk a lot And I got no time for air soft I'mma give you three times Then send you to Red Cross Keep that ice on my neck, Have the demons biting frost Tell me you need a delivery I'll come through If you want me to come, boy You gon' pay extra too I'll keep it real with you Just be real, just do you I got no beef with nobody I'm just trying to groove, yuh Oh, that's just my life Fell from the sky Straight from divine Maybe Oh, don't you be shy I'm passing by Straight from divine Maybe (I shoot for the stars, and I aim for the moon) (I've been in a different kind of mood) I stay high up all the time The world feel fake like where Jim Carrey at Smoke 'till I see stars And bitches ask me for my zodiac Horoscope say buy a pack Paint it black, move it fast (Run that shit) Run that shit Moving in a cadillac Whole world is a ghetto Everybody got they trap So we moving up to space And moving different kinds of packs Move the moon, move the stars Move the sun, and all that shit We go like revolution On that axis make it dip, yeah Make it trip Trojan horse that shit This one for my lost ones My divines one this bitch Feeling sick Taking all these hits This one for my lost ones My divines one in this bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah I swear I'mma find a magic carpet Take it all up to the sky All I do is ride or die From the 210 west side, yeah That's Young Spice, yeah