LAD

My nigga said he got talent but what's that shit he on? What's that shit he on Hold it down my nigga said i'm hoping we get millions Going to the top man we're just tryna put the city on Right to the light i'm going faster its bright My niggas right on my sight LAD shit is tight My nigga Mori in the booth with me but im on the mic Nevermind the shit they talkin we just sit here polite Man down stand now LAD here tonight Life After Death is what im reppin this is my collective We finna spread like an infection We addictive like needle with heroin thats injected like some jazz shit But we be hittin like some classics Nevermind me man i'm just chilling with a bad bitch Godspeed LAD we're getting mad rich Godspeed LAD you know it's what im reppin Godspeed LAD don't come into our section Godspeed LAD you know it's what im reppin Godspeed LAD don't come into our section What you reppin? why the f*ck you stressing? Articulated words that make rhymes yeah that's my weapon You pushing P im pushing LAD You pay for pussy I just ask and then I get it for free bitch GO I'm running out of time, broke kid with braces im tired of seeing lines Of cocaine that my friends snort, yeah id rather pop champagne and get a passport And fly away Away from all this bullshit, thinking how could I end life without a full clip Running time f*ck im running out of time If Umori spitting rhythms then I know he on his grind Im thinking bout my time and how im tryna make it mine But these bitch ass motherfuckers keep on tryna skip the line (What) Get in the back bitch the back, bitch the back of the bus But Im Rosa Parks bitch yeah imma sit in the front (Godspeed) Uh yeah don't confront, coming in hard just a kicker when he punt Deah/Umori yeah we killing all these stunts Smoking a blunt and I don't f*ck with no cun-