FORTNITE ft. Big Baby Gandhi & Vinay Lyrics

Open the pod bay doors, Hal

I'm sorry, Dave

I'm afraid I can't do that

I can count my patnas with my hand

Keeping it a thousand, I'm just saying

Tell me if you're leaving

Or if you're staying

I'm already doing it again

Just the type of times we're living in

I'm homeless, cuz I live inside my pen

I'm roaming across the land like Europeans

Got eyes, but sometimes we're never seeing

Wingspan, I know Ima reach it

Soul on wax, I'm on my Aretha

We can get it cracking like it's Easter

I've been in the game, not the bleachers

I wasn't into hiding, I'm a seeker

Two negatives, Ima go with neither

I'm outside, you are just a tweeter

Got a weapon in my hand like its Fort Nite

I could gamble on my life just like Mike

I've been running through the streets

Like I didn't have another day on Earth

On my life, I'm gonna get paid

Let's keep the party going

I be the party-going, smarty, hearty

Laughing, automatic party-starting

While my brother's starving

Monosyllable or multisyllable

The approach I take

Will make a rap listener hypercritical

Slow or fast flow

I could fast-forward to the next bar

Like an X-pill on the dashboard of a parked car

That's mad bars

For the rap listener

Gotta break it down

Make it simpler for the amygdala

I'm listening to Aretha

While you're on my urethra

I'm chillin on the heater

Since Nimsins hit me for the feature

Got a weapon in my hand like its Fort Nite

I could gamble on my life just like Mike

I've been running through the streets

Like I didn't have another day on Earth

On my life, I'm gonna get paid