When my album drop
That shit gonn' sound like an audio book,
Yeh,
So you can act like you not gonna look,
Then go and listen like you read me,
See me, seeming like it's easy,
Leaving wit the A-Grade-
At a price like it was C-Weed (Seaweed)
Fiji, drippin on the wrist
Water around me like Tahiti,
No percs, but the heat be
Poppin I'm ima on a wheelie,
Said I'm greedy cause I sprayed up in her walls
No graffiti
Get uneasy cause they know its growth
Anywhere my seed be
No aborting no extorting
You can check on the reporting
All these Ws Are-K-Os, no Randy Orton, (RKO)
That's important, you can find yourself hangin where the morgue is
Leave no traces hit the porches and floor it till it's the morning,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
Now I gotta
Choppa in the jag, and I ain't awkward wit the hands
I'll put ya partner in the bag, if you a op so understand
We like a mob without a plan, you like Stalin in Japan,
Bitch you blew it, move it, there's already coffins in the land,
Out back If you sleepy, I got vacancy,
We take years off your life, if you agin' see (agency)
I hear stories they predicting just who PH4DE will Be
But they been underneath me since the day I f*ckin made a leap,
I got a temper you really don't wanna wake a beast
Buy a Teleprompter to help you watch what you say to me',
This ain't a game motha f*cka you think it's rated E?
I kill rappers fast enough to leave,
Before you even get the latency!
It's taken me, patiently-
Crawling to the edge
Take a seat, we made this beat
To beat this knowledge in ya head,
Nod it till you dead,
Drop it like you offin all ya legs,
Pop it like a peg,
Got em doin all that shit I said,
All your shits is dead,
I was different bred,
Blood line
Still a missin link,
Still got shit to see,
One time,
Gimme me,
Leave the You,
You ain't get me here you,
You crippled me
And now my legs regrew
I ain't through,
You can't f*ck with me
You isn't in the crew
You ain't true
There's a dozen people
Begging for the juice
Just like you
I won't ever need em
No
Bet they come back like you the bro!'
Bet I pull cards like Yu Gi Oh
Bet they run track like studio-o-o-o,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up-
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
PH4DE - W8 UP Lyrics
PH4DE - W8 UP Lyrics
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When my album drop
That shit gonn' sound like an audio book,
Yeh,
So you can act like you not gonna look,
Then go and listen like you read me,
See me, seeming like it's easy,
Leaving wit the A-Grade-
At a price like it was C-Weed (Seaweed)
Fiji, drippin on the wrist
Water around me like Tahiti,
No percs, but the heat be
Poppin I'm ima on a wheelie,
Said I'm greedy cause I sprayed up in her walls
No graffiti
Get uneasy cause they know its growth
Anywhere my seed be
No aborting no extorting
You can check on the reporting
All these Ws Are-K-Os, no Randy Orton, (RKO)
That's important, you can find yourself hangin where the morgue is
Leave no traces hit the porches and floor it till it's the morning,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
Now I gotta
Choppa in the jag, and I ain't awkward wit the hands
I'll put ya partner in the bag, if you a op so understand
We like a mob without a plan, you like Stalin in Japan,
Bitch you blew it, move it, there's already coffins in the land,
Out back If you sleepy, I got vacancy,
We take years off your life, if you agin' see (agency)
I hear stories they predicting just who PH4DE will Be
But they been underneath me since the day I f*ckin made a leap,
I got a temper you really don't wanna wake a beast
Buy a Teleprompter to help you watch what you say to me',
This ain't a game motha f*cka you think it's rated E?
I kill rappers fast enough to leave,
Before you even get the latency!
It's taken me, patiently-
Crawling to the edge
Take a seat, we made this beat
To beat this knowledge in ya head,
Nod it till you dead,
Drop it like you offin all ya legs,
Pop it like a peg,
Got em doin all that shit I said,
All your shits is dead,
I was different bred,
Blood line
Still a missin link,
Still got shit to see,
One time,
Gimme me,
Leave the You,
You ain't get me here you,
You crippled me
And now my legs regrew
I ain't through,
You can't f*ck with me
You isn't in the crew
You ain't true
There's a dozen people
Begging for the juice
Just like you
I won't ever need em
No
Bet they come back like you the bro!'
Bet I pull cards like Yu Gi Oh
Bet they run track like studio-o-o-o,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up-
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
That shit gonn' sound like an audio book,
Yeh,
So you can act like you not gonna look,
Then go and listen like you read me,
See me, seeming like it's easy,
Leaving wit the A-Grade-
At a price like it was C-Weed (Seaweed)
Fiji, drippin on the wrist
Water around me like Tahiti,
No percs, but the heat be
Poppin I'm ima on a wheelie,
Said I'm greedy cause I sprayed up in her walls
No graffiti
Get uneasy cause they know its growth
Anywhere my seed be
No aborting no extorting
You can check on the reporting
All these Ws Are-K-Os, no Randy Orton, (RKO)
That's important, you can find yourself hangin where the morgue is
Leave no traces hit the porches and floor it till it's the morning,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
Now I gotta
Choppa in the jag, and I ain't awkward wit the hands
I'll put ya partner in the bag, if you a op so understand
We like a mob without a plan, you like Stalin in Japan,
Bitch you blew it, move it, there's already coffins in the land,
Out back If you sleepy, I got vacancy,
We take years off your life, if you agin' see (agency)
I hear stories they predicting just who PH4DE will Be
But they been underneath me since the day I f*ckin made a leap,
I got a temper you really don't wanna wake a beast
Buy a Teleprompter to help you watch what you say to me',
This ain't a game motha f*cka you think it's rated E?
I kill rappers fast enough to leave,
Before you even get the latency!
It's taken me, patiently-
Crawling to the edge
Take a seat, we made this beat
To beat this knowledge in ya head,
Nod it till you dead,
Drop it like you offin all ya legs,
Pop it like a peg,
Got em doin all that shit I said,
All your shits is dead,
I was different bred,
Blood line
Still a missin link,
Still got shit to see,
One time,
Gimme me,
Leave the You,
You ain't get me here you,
You crippled me
And now my legs regrew
I ain't through,
You can't f*ck with me
You isn't in the crew
You ain't true
There's a dozen people
Begging for the juice
Just like you
I won't ever need em
No
Bet they come back like you the bro!'
Bet I pull cards like Yu Gi Oh
Bet they run track like studio-o-o-o,
Built a palace out of food stamps,
Moved the balance up a few grams,
Got my Weight (W8) Up-
Back in the city like a new man,
Yeh
Built all this shit wit just my two hands,
Writer: LANDON REID SUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave