A couple different face praying for me
But I don't know who got my back no more
Say a prayer for all my haters for me
Because I ain't cutting y'all the slack no more
You see my mouth been closed
Your to entitled like you bought my clothes
Bitch peep this, We not close!
Don't you dare shake my hand nigga, you ain't my Loc
QUIT hitting up my Fam nigga, you ain't my folks
Thats for certain its time to burn the curtain
Don't ask bout how we doing it don't concern ya
I said it with the firmness, sipping on my tea just like I'm Kermit
Somewhere with a view and where its chirping and Soul purpose
Is my only intention where more can meet the eye is where Ill pay my attention
Whats really in your heart? Whats your realest intuition?
Because bitch Im Reaving my engines
You can hear me at the windows like the winds whistling
You can smell me cross the street like the steak sizzling
Im bout to hit em in they pockets like 10 children
Pressure build every breath feel like 100 pounds
Niggas swear they in your circle they don't come around
They ain't calling until you balling then they turn around like bros you know its love
But bitch nigga you can turn around
And cross the street when you see me because thats the get down nigga and I
Don't really plan on speaking
Im cutting off the weak just like the weekend nigga
I get it 6 ways from Sunday, but
Bitch Im from the 7 thats a upgrade. Man you niggas full of pump fakes
La Bron with the Post fade, off the left
Leg! Couple rings for the city like South Beach
Middle finger to any nigga that doubt me it'll never be the same
Without me. In the heaven and the clouds
I promise is where you'll crown me nigga T.O.P
TopAngel - Elevate Lyrics
TopAngel - Elevate Lyrics
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A couple different face praying for me
But I don't know who got my back no more
Say a prayer for all my haters for me
Because I ain't cutting y'all the slack no more
You see my mouth been closed
Your to entitled like you bought my clothes
Bitch peep this, We not close!
Don't you dare shake my hand nigga, you ain't my Loc
QUIT hitting up my Fam nigga, you ain't my folks
Thats for certain its time to burn the curtain
Don't ask bout how we doing it don't concern ya
I said it with the firmness, sipping on my tea just like I'm Kermit
Somewhere with a view and where its chirping and Soul purpose
Is my only intention where more can meet the eye is where Ill pay my attention
Whats really in your heart? Whats your realest intuition?
Because bitch Im Reaving my engines
You can hear me at the windows like the winds whistling
You can smell me cross the street like the steak sizzling
Im bout to hit em in they pockets like 10 children
Pressure build every breath feel like 100 pounds
Niggas swear they in your circle they don't come around
They ain't calling until you balling then they turn around like bros you know its love
But bitch nigga you can turn around
And cross the street when you see me because thats the get down nigga and I
Don't really plan on speaking
Im cutting off the weak just like the weekend nigga
I get it 6 ways from Sunday, but
Bitch Im from the 7 thats a upgrade. Man you niggas full of pump fakes
La Bron with the Post fade, off the left
Leg! Couple rings for the city like South Beach
Middle finger to any nigga that doubt me it'll never be the same
Without me. In the heaven and the clouds
I promise is where you'll crown me nigga T.O.P
But I don't know who got my back no more
Say a prayer for all my haters for me
Because I ain't cutting y'all the slack no more
You see my mouth been closed
Your to entitled like you bought my clothes
Bitch peep this, We not close!
Don't you dare shake my hand nigga, you ain't my Loc
QUIT hitting up my Fam nigga, you ain't my folks
Thats for certain its time to burn the curtain
Don't ask bout how we doing it don't concern ya
I said it with the firmness, sipping on my tea just like I'm Kermit
Somewhere with a view and where its chirping and Soul purpose
Is my only intention where more can meet the eye is where Ill pay my attention
Whats really in your heart? Whats your realest intuition?
Because bitch Im Reaving my engines
You can hear me at the windows like the winds whistling
You can smell me cross the street like the steak sizzling
Im bout to hit em in they pockets like 10 children
Pressure build every breath feel like 100 pounds
Niggas swear they in your circle they don't come around
They ain't calling until you balling then they turn around like bros you know its love
But bitch nigga you can turn around
And cross the street when you see me because thats the get down nigga and I
Don't really plan on speaking
Im cutting off the weak just like the weekend nigga
I get it 6 ways from Sunday, but
Bitch Im from the 7 thats a upgrade. Man you niggas full of pump fakes
La Bron with the Post fade, off the left
Leg! Couple rings for the city like South Beach
Middle finger to any nigga that doubt me it'll never be the same
Without me. In the heaven and the clouds
I promise is where you'll crown me nigga T.O.P
Writer: Jeremy Stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid