Light It Up (feat. Lacree & Candice Hardy)

Whoo There go that man again Oh y’all thought I was finished Uh uh I took the year off to let y’all get straight Lace ya boots up n****s The ruler’s back Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) Guess who's back, yeh that's him (Hey) Black hood, that's hood yeh, where that been (Hey aye yeh) Right here, yet light years ahead of y’all And when I traveled back into my years ahead, I saw that I done turned studios into homes my Negus Turned mic phones into thrones my Negus I done turned these haters to clones my Negus I done turned stones into gold my Negus I done turned competition to fans my Negus (Hey) I done turned ideas to bands my Negus (Hey) I done been a lion for lamb my Negus (Hey) I am that which I am my Negus (Hot) Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) (Uh uh uh) Who knew we'd be this good for this long This hood, on this song No hook, a hit song (Hey aye) This book I spit from fit to live on forever (Hey aye) This dome the crown fit on Y'all better alert ya’ peers It's feeling like church in here I come for the Franklins, it got me feeling like Kirk in here We ain't got no serpents here Cause they don't get service here They don’t serve a purpose here We all tryna’ persevere We all tryna’ make it large We all gotta play the cards It's us against the world oddly that's my favorite odds Y’all better pray to God, that by the grace of God You don't cross my dark side and have to face the god (N***a hot) Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) N***a light it up Load cock Bust it (Drop) I take this, Hip-Hop thing to high places They won't take it quite, where I take it (Hey aye) High stake it Put my faith in my greatness, my gracious Fakers testin’ my patience How they making it famous, the game is changing for worse I'm contemplating how to make the game change in a verse My observation, a top ten conversation ain't worth it for this generation Outside a circle of only a few What's with all of these new cats, and this auto-tune rap Tell me where they do that It's no real art, where's the creativity I'm pure Hip-Hop Tell me how they ain't feeling me (N***a please) You n****s must have me bent Thinking I sent for ya’ I ain’t spent a minute sweating ya’ You steppin’ into the dark side This one’s for the archives from the dark skies watch a star rise (More fire) Carved and cut from the rarest gold (More fire) I wear this mold oh so well It don’t go so well for clones (More fire) Those rocks they’ve thrown are stepping stones no x and o’s Just savagery Live up to anything before me and, die down anything after me (More fire) Till it’s nothing after me (More fire) More fire, fire more young blood (More fire) Murder This be war young blood Oh nah nah oh my call 9-1-1 We gone light it up More fire, fire more young blood (Light it up) Murder This be war young blood Oh nah nah oh my call 9-1-1 We gone light it up (Yeh yeh) We gone light it (We gone we) We gone light it up Murder We gone light it We gone light it up