404landon - Fever Dream (feat. Jay Gxld & Kingmidas) Lyrics

Are you ready?
Im pouring up henny at 10AM tryna figure which one of my niggas to get lit with.
Tell all your friends to bring they friends, but leave the beef at home aint nobody tryna get hit
Check to check we tryna meet ends
Toast to my success, i been battling with my demons
I ain't giving up, Gxld never gon be defeated
If you don't believe it you can use your eyes to see it
Ain't nobody breakin through my defense
Fit is tailor made, conversation with my seamstress
City boy summer you aint gonna see me stressed
Like it when she wear the dress cut with the v neck
Baby im just tryna see summ
At my upper limit but i'll pop another one
I'll follow your lead if you wanna leave the club
All you gotta do is say when you had enough
Shawty told me she don't save men, her a dub
Maybe i could infiltrate if i got the luck
Shawty told me she dont save men her ex a dub
Maybe I could infiltrate if i got the luck
Baby can you give me brain, can you show me lust
Im tryna manipulate, but i call it love
I'm just tryna see summ
Lady im just moving to the beat of your drum
I got hopes i could see you for some one on one
And i hope that this aint gon be a one and done
I'm casting off all the bad resolve
Like All the slackers that's acting hard
Bitch, I'm after y'all
I half admit I been packing bombs to get passed your walls
But walls you built ain't the hands of God bitch they have to fall
Cast them off
Can't pass baton I slap the frauds with
Rapping hardly honest but all you rappers is fraudulent
Packing all this on me is honestly just exhausting
Started Asher Roth evolved to Action Bronson
You want charge I spar and spark conflict
Sneakers off walking Japanese on my carpet
Teach you some', talk and hit my weed, y'all exulted
Peace and love not gon kill the beast till yall want it
It beat you dumb when they hear you breathe they piece you up
So either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah
Either bite the gun or run to beat the rush, yeah
Ain't rap like this in a New York minute
Flow so cold shit got New York timid
Boy I know you softer than newborn kittens
I got a hot streak only a few gon witness
A reunion, Landon with the Gold boys
No choice I got more lines than corduroy
Imma clip you, put you on a poster boy
Like Blake Griffin when we got the AK hitting
F*ck yo feelings, cable couch and yo dealer
Asked why I don't like you - no idea
Beef kept building, no Ikea
Till I pulled out the chain like Kurapika
Oh my Jeez I spaz for no damn reason
I could ball off no damn features
Stand up like there's no damn bleachers
Rappers going fall like dominos
Powder up the nose you know how this shit go
Woah
Cops stay on patrol
Tool on my waist it'll fix a nigga for sure
Woah
I serve the game faithfully
Niggas trying take from me but can't even pray for me
Woah
Keep my feet feather lite
Yea that's right
I don't smoke no f*cking weed with this pipe
Yea I'm living good focused on the world stage
Get the bag bust it down for my compadres
Niggas hate me now man what did I say
I can barely see them when I'm on the highway
Swerving
Boujie in suburban
Catch me in the rose if they f*ck with me it's curtains
Teeth neck wrist get kept on frozen
Niggas round the way ain't come with a purpose
I'm chosen