1800 Lyrics

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh

Don't you screw on my summer

How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?

Hmm, like two to five hundred

I won't pass up a hit

Just like my homies won't pass up a hit

No, I gas it up

Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt

It's the root of my thunder

Hm, I'm from Lisbon and shit

If I ain't recording, I'm kissing and shit

Huh, it's Portugalia

Burning the beats in the kitchen and shit

Pedro Batista, I christen the whip, heh

Twisted? A bit

Fuck all the plays you out there guaranteeing

If I don't see money, I don't listen to bids

I don't listen to bids

Not about money but give me the biz'

We be mid-fucking and she don't like children

But she still be asking please give me the kids

Bitch, I ain't leaving that easily

Don't like it, boy, but it is what it is

Get yourself outta that negative rizz

I see NPCs calling NPCs NPCs

I'm on the MPK making MC beats in the damn PC

So I can play them in stadiums with entry fees

And no empty seats

You can deny all you want

Like teachers, I'll chalk it up to

You envy these skills

If you say I ain't bringing the feels

Then like John Cena, you can't see me

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh

Don't you screw on my summer

How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?

Hmm, like two to five hundred

I won't pass up a hit

Just like my homies won't pass up a hit

No, I gas it up

Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt

It's the root of my thunder

I go too hard, soon I'm making a brick

Repping my city like Trilla, I'm Rick

2018, then I started to develop

Career suicide the way I'm gonna blow myself up, boom

Huh, career suicide the way I'm gonna blow myself up

They ain't use to care now they blowing up my cellphone

Little bit of bittersweetness mixing with the self-growth

Stu' in the room, not soup, but the cell foam

The mic and the dino and the legend himself, bro

Fly to the diamond, like Legend of Zelda

A decade of sorries, now all y'all welcome

My boy Youngbuck said I'm overly nice

Here's to the rappers that hoping he's right

Fuck all the hate, we all roaming to right what ancestors couldn't

We own it tonight

Lucky I'm here it's like rolling the dice

Gotta give credit to lonely insight

And to myself just for holding me tight

Did it alone, but like, homie, it's life

I know I don't really fuck just to fuck but come through

Then I'll pass you back to the streets like one, two

I can fill your void but I really don't want to

Too much shit that I really can't undo

I'm no fuck boy but I can fuck you

I didn't choose this single fun mood

But I sure embrace it, it don't hurt to

Literally, it legit don't hurt, dude

I only hang out with winners

Mentality of let's get our dinners

I been in Lisbon getting my flowers

Now I'm about to make bread in printers

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh

Don't you screw on my summer

How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?

Hmm, like two to five hundred

I won't pass up a hit

Just like my homies won't pass up a hit

No, I gas it up

Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt

It's the root of my thunder