Swang Lyrics

Ayy, Cut, they know we go back to the sandbox days, right

So I'm feelin' real comfortable, I wanna talk my shit And I hope you love this one right here Cause I love this right here You did this one

Oh, kid, you cut it up

We all had a ball in our hand, On that court, ready to kill

Funny how that ball that we had, Turned into Glocks in the bags On tha field ready to kill

My bro had the low on the pills, Dro in the stash for a deal

Back when the 8th of that loud got you killed. Nawfside Atlanta, we know how that feel to them legends long live

Still have dreams of my death

Made it so far to get drugged by the depths

Of a place, Where you locked in for respect

Only thing you break in half

Necks!

Exorcist, my demons find your exit quick

I think I found what essence is

Leveraged it, to rock this hard like sediment

If I said I meant, Ain't got time for no settlements

This metal dish, and I take what's mines and yours ya bish

While you wet dream bout the whores I get

Lord, I quit

Tired of bein' confined

To this mortal shit

Hoes n money, Aint there more to this?

Well paper I love, But there's more to get

Leavin' us in an immortal pit

Of some shit they burn, when offshore with it

Told you go to school and you were sure to get

The lore they spit, Exists in a matrix

We not your Morpheus, Did Lord forget

How they tried to bleed us dry like Morbius

How they tried to bleed us dry like Morbius

Said it dont mean a Thang

If you ain't got that swang

My bad gettin calls from my roots

Got vibes from the Chi to the Boot, Why lie to the truth

Got a vibe, I'ma die in a booth. When I die, don't cry, just Salute

For the growth and my fam its the proof

Losses we had, can't recoup

Young nigga slight their hand off the stoop (Long Live Blu nigga!)

I take one step forward, they try to bring me back

Know I changed my ways, but the heat we strapped

Got niggas who dead, cause on Chief they lacked

So if Write yo target hope you tried yo hardest Cause he gon' clap

Yeahhhh He gon' clap

So if Write yo target hope you tried yo hardest

Cause the shit that he'll pack could bring Jesus back

Why they hate that Jesus black?

When them same motherfuckers gave us crack

Ensured all slaves had Jesus Back

On Jesus, these are facts

Tryna explore, but they need our maps

When the shit they prepped, couldn't be our scrap

This seven on the come out, he just crapped

Cut you ain't ask for none of this

These niggas would rather hear about my guns and clip

Spit bout the dumbest shit they had both parents, took the funnest trips

I was watching fiends die from the funnest trips, so

I ain't want none of it and it's supposed to make me lame

Cause I hate the game, that buried my niggas while the ones who locked-in, sane

But the fact them niggas locked, Is insane

When you lose in here, if you not to pay

My name Write I got a lot to say, just pray I do the proper way

Older now, tryna act my proper age

Cause that shit you offer not too flame

So much to lose, not a lot to gain

Wanted the money, not the fame

So for this moment, Cut

I had to give my proper thanks

Realest nigga on this earth That is not in graves

On mama nigga, that's engraved

Don't mean a Thang

If you ain't got that swang

My bad gettin calls from my roots

Got vibes from the Chi to the Boot, Why lie to the truth

Got a vibe, I'ma die in a booth. When I die, don't cry, just Salute

For the growth and my fam its the proof

Losses we had, can't recoup

Young nigga slight their hand off the stoop, Woo