
Almost Healed ft. Epic Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Off the henny and I'm smoking out the zip (Zip)
Line me up against any center, bet imma win the tip (Tip)
Yea I used to eat them T.V. dinners, damn I came from shit (From shit)
Ballin' out on the court like D.J. Murray, finna go bust me a nick
My nigga Epic right behind me, that's my twin
Better not let us touch that mic, you know we gone get it in
Why would I be scared of these rappers when they streams ain't really real (Really real)
Came out the trench like Durk felt hella pain, but I'm almost healed (Almost healed)
The pain ain't do shit but make me tweak more (Make me tweak)
All the business NDA no we don't speak no (Shh)
Walking on the track, it's easier than a free throw (Swish)
CEO Bossman I don't know D Low (Huh)
Still put up tens on a light day (Whew)
If she my type, I just might wife bae (Might just wife)
Still rolling big dojah (Phew)
Going hard 24, long live Kobe (Huh)
I stay up what be sleep (Uh)
With the family I don't know Meech
She wanna vacation, go to the beech
I gotta make the money geek OD
Young nigga stay too true won't let nun get to my head (No)
If you riding better be on all fours like the pegs
I'm here to bless yo speakers
It ain't nun sweeter
I still love a eater (Talk)
Off the henny and I'm smoking out the zip (Zip)
Line me up against any center, bet imma win the tip (Tip)
Yea I used to eat them T.V. dinners, damn I came from shit (From shit)
Ballin' out on the court like D.J. Murray, finna go bust me a nick
My nigga Epic right behind me, that's my twin
Better not let us touch that mic, you know we gone get it in
Why would I be scared of these rappers when they streams ain't really real (Really real)
Came out the trench like Durk felt hella pain, but I'm almost healed (Almost healed)
All I ever wanted was a bankroll (Bankroll)
All of these niggas ask me how do you make it? Man I don't even know (Don't even know)
Call me the president of the SWATS, number one go check the polls
Don't need no security when I tote these racks, put it on the floor (Floor)
Nah, these niggas ain't go no style like me though
No I ain't tall, finna shoot a three pointer fuck a free throw
Cashin' out the bank man, that's a young rich nigga (Uh, uh)
Cashin' out the bank everyday, that's a young rich nigga thing
Book me a flight out to Cali so I can smoke on different strains
Hit up the Enterprise and rent me a car so I can switch through the lanes (Skrt, skrt)
Me and Epic, we the duo since high school ain't nothing changed
Better go check the scouting report, we been going hard in the paint
Going crazy no Flocka Flame, everything a freestyle
Fucked around and took a sip of the drank, now I'm going wild
Off the henny and I'm smoking out the zip (Zip)
Line me up against any center, bet imma win the tip (Tip)
Yea I used to eat them T.V. dinners, damn I came from shit (From shit)
Ballin' out on the court like D.J. Murray, finna go bust me a nick
My nigga Epic right behind me, that's my twin
Better not let us touch that mic, you know we gone get it in
Why would I be scared of these rappers when they streams ain't really real (Really real)
Came out the trench like Durk felt hella pain, but I'm almost healed (Almost healed)