Army of 2 ft. Loon! Lyrics

let me get my light

I ain't mad that I ain't on yet

Because niggas fall off left and right like hot pizza toppings

Money come and go I try and keep it hostage

A couple Js a couple ones when I go sneaker shopping

I don't even want the kicks just want the sneaker boxes

I had to do omavis, couldn't freak the robbins

Trappin' with the fire in the winter I had heated pockets

Can't change me I ain't listen to momma when momma told me to stop

Me and Keller back to back like Army of Two

They can't wait to touch the paper they got it then poof

I'm in this bitch and I'm stayin' like the car done got booted

Barely got time to talk, how they got time for excuses

Concentrating on potency try to dilute it

I know I think I know it all, I know I'm still a student

Stayed down when it got tough, ain't go find a new movement

Niggas ain't break a sweat, wonder why is they losin'

Head tap'll fix your view who you got me confused with

Throw away my hard hat I could roll up the blueprint

Plan set in stone, I already know the conclusion

Everything I touch is boomin'

Boomin'

Boomin'

Boomin'

I already paid the price undefeated my grind

225 you was reading my mind

Trap sold out niggas needed more lines

Couldn't cut it right heard you needed 4 tries

Yeah I'm on one

Ain't worried bout the cap they ain't really on none

I could really make a phone call get 'em all done

Suge got one on the way but the rest my sons

It's all said and done

I don't need a show mane

Top came off I forgot the rogain

Why they tryna switch up need to stay in your lane

My drive unmatched all I get is road rage

Now it feel like a natural talent

Killing snakes cutting grass a hell of a balance

Cut 'em off kill 'em all is a permanent challenge

Soon as they see what I'm on they put up a status

And I ain't ever been the one to turn my back on people

But my spirits always keeping me away from evil

I tried to swing the line twice I keep attracting demons

I'm seeking purpose and my goals I ain't attracting either

Niggas reaping what they sew I had to thread the needle

A bunch of culture vultures I should call em Justin Biebers

At 16 they introduced me to a desert eagle

I beat the odds man every time and now my papers even

And when then lights off

Money really all I see

And when night falls

Killers looking for an RIP

With them sights off

Know my niggas don't play about me

We gon' set it off. off

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