Live From Arizona ft. Futuristic & Mark Battles Lyrics

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Live From Arizona

Thorb

Battles

Futuristic

Let's get it mother fucker

Live from Arizona I might never leave

I'm heading past ya cause my pasture is forever green

Flow is dope I got it shipped right out of Medellin

They taking shots

They unleaded I been gasoline

Y'all better back up

Y'all just really suck

But wanna blame it on some bad luck

This chance I couldn't pass up

Used to want ya numbers 'till them numbers didn't add up

You fake to get the cake

But never knew what's in the batter

It don't matter

Cause I been cooking on my own

Virginia Woolf pack, I got a hundred books up in my dome

All ya joints getting smoked I could roll 'em in a cone

Lot of rappers that I cover four

But never in my zone

Better man up

Never touch my bars that's prolly why they picking zans up

Question me a lot but swaying when I give the answers

I did this in morning

You Bate fans for clicks I'm betting motel like Norman

A whole lot of things you can't a Ford

Up in this life that I'm exploring

I been winning every knight

The Stanley Cup is what I pour in

I been going ham while all you bitches lookin boring

Did a lot of to climb the hill

Now all the records sound like Lauryn's

I'm important

Aye

It's Mr. Big Fish

Ain't that bitch

Hit every bitch that's on my hit list

Like who is this

I'm stained from the business

If I can't trust you then it's fuck you from a distance

So consistent

Keep revving the engine

And I was falling now I'm balling like a Piston

Don't need permission

Head from a vixen

Got a million followers and I got her doing dishes

Ain't life terrific

But it's still a cold game

So flame lighter flicking like the old Wayne

No shame from the mud is how a rose came

Goat game, top five in this whole thing

Bang

Sheesh

Welcome to Arizona

Only real ones

Sheesh

Aight

Look

Bet

I curated the vibe and now I don't leave the crib

I call the homies show 'em how we really supposed to live

A dozen cribs, a dozen whips, and a dozen chicks

For them

I'm next door with the wifey we got a couple kids

Okay it's hot in the building and I'm still on the rise

They said boy you got it why is you still on the grind

I can't sleep if I got ideas running through my mind

That's why there's paper with blue stripes in all my lines

Get it

Yo, imma let it resonate

Do it I don't hesitate

Wake up and I meditate

Five o'clock I run the lake

Six o'clock I up the weights

Seven I'm with baby K

Text me if it's after eight

Call me if it's after nine

Better not be asinine

Get a case from Logan every month

So I'm not past my prime

I mastered time

And now I let the after shine

Relaxed and writing raps up in the pad

When I don't have to rhyme

Sheesh