How To Turn Down The World Lyrics

Aye they shouldn't of played with me

I'm bout to start digging in their chest

Digging in their chest yea

Let's get it Bout to show you what it's like

On this side the real side yea

Aye Aye pass me them binoculars you see

You got some people that act like they real but they really fake yea

You got some people that act like they sheep but they really snakes

What y'all listening to heat hehe all a blaze

If these boys wanna plex yea they all get blazed

I might walk into the cemetery warn the graves

We bout to see who really sheep I'm bout to start to shave

I paint in realism so I live in realism

Knock on your granny door and tell her that the real living

He put his hands to the plow and he still tilling

He ain't no killer but he get on the mic and build lyrics

He know these people know who he is yea they tried to hide him

But you can't hide light in a dark place you'll always spot him

That's like writing black words then highlighting

Yo vision going to the place that is highlighted true

You smell that the real back

If they run up I'll punch their grill back

What that is y'all hear that

Cali shaking y'all feel that

I grab the mic and start speaking life that's Jesus Christ

He can change the day day change to night

Just say His name make demons fright

I had a dream saw a giant in sight

Then I moved a chair a hundred times it's height

I told these boys don't play with me I'm nice

But I ain't nothing nice on these mic's

Yea Pull up yea get em right

I hit these boys with this right write and I ain't gotta write

Y'all stuck on the low end I'm just climbing heights

A demon pull on my leg kicked em to the after life

Heart like David huh speak like Pac huh

Camo pants huh nike socks yea

Tailor made yea one of kind yea

I love the Word yea my bible shine

Shoutout my cousin Taylor and my cousin Shon

Every time I step in Broussard it's the right time

I grab my brush and then I start to paint the town

I grab my brush and then I start to clean the town

Still tippin on foes surround sound

It's tweeting doctrine and you know the doctrine sound

These rappers playing games but I ain't playing round

Y'all only renown because of y'all foolish nouns

I'm going face off smile y'all on that child's play child

I'll leave his face face down and make his demons come out

And have his strippers repenting and have em put on their blouse

It's bout to be a funeral folks it's best y'all send him his flowers

You know what I'm bout holdin it down for the real g's in the south

They was talking to fast and put their foot in their mouth

Now I'm opening up their mouth and I'm pulling their tongue out yea

I really spit fact cause I really live that

I turned down the world told the devil keep that

Flows organized I'm in mode this that neat rap

I can paint a rapper out of his mind I don't need rap

But tell these rappers eat my flows y'all can have this feed back lol

I'm flashing out on these flows it's looking like my speed back

And I don't look behind tell em see d back

Riding with my seat back swerve on these clowns

Back stuck to da seat like a thumbtack

Nike flats on my feet straight out da flatts

With a famous painter shirt on my neck

While my feet on these haters neck

And they mad cause they know I'm next

I can never crash on the mic T don't turn to rex

Eating all these rappers on the mic

Bae what's for dinner next

I gotta appetite for your body lick you

Feet to neck yum feet to neck yum

Toes and nails done hygiene the best sheesh

Walked out the crib I don't need the vest

Breastplate of righteousness on I'm bout to feed the nest

They tried their best but cannot be the best

I know that I ain't the best yea cause Christ the best

I put my life on the line for that line

It's better than putting a knife to a line

And snorting a line just to write a rhyme

Daddy what is this umm emotions about

What is why does the two laughs and

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Why is all these hearts what are you laughing about with all those hearts