Click up we never do
The power in hands radio silence like the wuffer blew ,Uhm
Shit be easy when it's me the pedigree seem different I'm the rarest type of breed
I'm war ready but war never reached me my soul lit
On ten f*ck a list cause I'm all of your top ten
Niggas blew the chance to sign me
Now I'm leveled up
These bitches always throw the pussy
And they just wanna f*ck
Its all a game till the rules change
I'm bossing up I'm In the clutch
An open road on freeways not letting the jig is up
Niggas wanna try but they always fail
The God in the booth I hear everything the tallest tales
The God in the booth I hear every tale
The streets never loved you and I know the truth very well
The seams in my jersey say the starter
They gotta game plan against me like I'm the target, like
Who wanna tussle the jacket leather
Niggas better beat it the pot is black just like the kettle
If they wear the crown honestly it just fit me better
They style jock but can't deliver nigga I say it better the trend setter
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance to feel fulfilled nigga, shit
I rather kill em all than see em breath my dungarees down to my ankles that's when she giving me
Top of the morning they still yawning, they sleep
And I'm just grand rising the king up on his feet
I'm balling I'm burning rubber no tires bottom of sneaks
They worried bout me but I'm just here chilling sand on the beach, bitch
They flex on social cause these niggas wanna seem rich
And bitches posting pictures like they travel but the scene switch
This effortless these words that I'm spitting It was written
No Escobar but I'm the king of my prison
A superstar in free agency I'm chasing the digits
F*ck a big 3 no super team can dictate the mission my nigga
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance f-f*ck it
DeAngelo Xavier - Radio Silent Lyrics
DeAngelo Xavier - Radio Silent Lyrics
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Click up we never do
The power in hands radio silence like the wuffer blew ,Uhm
Shit be easy when it's me the pedigree seem different I'm the rarest type of breed
I'm war ready but war never reached me my soul lit
On ten f*ck a list cause I'm all of your top ten
Niggas blew the chance to sign me
Now I'm leveled up
These bitches always throw the pussy
And they just wanna f*ck
Its all a game till the rules change
I'm bossing up I'm In the clutch
An open road on freeways not letting the jig is up
Niggas wanna try but they always fail
The God in the booth I hear everything the tallest tales
The God in the booth I hear every tale
The streets never loved you and I know the truth very well
The seams in my jersey say the starter
They gotta game plan against me like I'm the target, like
Who wanna tussle the jacket leather
Niggas better beat it the pot is black just like the kettle
If they wear the crown honestly it just fit me better
They style jock but can't deliver nigga I say it better the trend setter
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance to feel fulfilled nigga, shit
I rather kill em all than see em breath my dungarees down to my ankles that's when she giving me
Top of the morning they still yawning, they sleep
And I'm just grand rising the king up on his feet
I'm balling I'm burning rubber no tires bottom of sneaks
They worried bout me but I'm just here chilling sand on the beach, bitch
They flex on social cause these niggas wanna seem rich
And bitches posting pictures like they travel but the scene switch
This effortless these words that I'm spitting It was written
No Escobar but I'm the king of my prison
A superstar in free agency I'm chasing the digits
F*ck a big 3 no super team can dictate the mission my nigga
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance f-f*ck it
The power in hands radio silence like the wuffer blew ,Uhm
Shit be easy when it's me the pedigree seem different I'm the rarest type of breed
I'm war ready but war never reached me my soul lit
On ten f*ck a list cause I'm all of your top ten
Niggas blew the chance to sign me
Now I'm leveled up
These bitches always throw the pussy
And they just wanna f*ck
Its all a game till the rules change
I'm bossing up I'm In the clutch
An open road on freeways not letting the jig is up
Niggas wanna try but they always fail
The God in the booth I hear everything the tallest tales
The God in the booth I hear every tale
The streets never loved you and I know the truth very well
The seams in my jersey say the starter
They gotta game plan against me like I'm the target, like
Who wanna tussle the jacket leather
Niggas better beat it the pot is black just like the kettle
If they wear the crown honestly it just fit me better
They style jock but can't deliver nigga I say it better the trend setter
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance to feel fulfilled nigga, shit
I rather kill em all than see em breath my dungarees down to my ankles that's when she giving me
Top of the morning they still yawning, they sleep
And I'm just grand rising the king up on his feet
I'm balling I'm burning rubber no tires bottom of sneaks
They worried bout me but I'm just here chilling sand on the beach, bitch
They flex on social cause these niggas wanna seem rich
And bitches posting pictures like they travel but the scene switch
This effortless these words that I'm spitting It was written
No Escobar but I'm the king of my prison
A superstar in free agency I'm chasing the digits
F*ck a big 3 no super team can dictate the mission my nigga
They set the settings low cause they need help
My standards all madden cause I team build
The clout running dry they need a refill
To be fair they never had a chance f-f*ck it
Writer: DeAngelo Edmond
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