Graviti Lyrics

(Insofaze)

Huh, yuh

Huh, yuh

Yuh, Yeo

I'm in this room, so loud

Smoking all this loud
I'm myself and I'm proud

Boy, I'm moving mix-match

I ain't never settling down

He ain't part of this sound

Boy, I popped him out

He had to sell me out

Copy the way I dress but I'm just me so he a clown

Pirate how I'm rocking this drip

Them man would really drown

I can not go down

I can not go down

She ain't never looked this way

She ain't never tried my way

Nowhere to escape, shit gotta work this way

Got food on the fucking plate, got weed on my tray

Yeah boy, I don't play, yuh

3 in the morning, jump out of the car

Gonna miss my flight

All my fucking legs holding, I can't even sip my pint
There's no time

I'm tryna light my cig up, where's the light?

Jumping out of the compound, hiding in plain sight

Whole fucking army after me, I don't feel no fright

All you care about is followers, you're not Jesus Christ

She don't even wanna be with you no more, giving you signs

Fuck would I be without my bros, without my tribe?

Smoking all this loud
I'm myself and I'm proud

Boy, I'm moving mix-match, I ain't never settling down

He ain't part of this sound

Boy, I popped him out

He had to sell me out

Boy, I ain't selling out
Take a look at my show

I tell you, that shit's selling out

Better shut your mouth 'fore my boy come and he a felon now

Hop in the drivers seat, I'm driving way too reckless now
Might have to slap that boy

Yeah, I got Japanese denim on me, I ain't rocking no Prada, boy

Open that mouth too wide and I might just send him Valhalla, boy

We on some evil shit that you can't even catch on camera, boy

Can you hear the jet engine? I ain't riding round in no Mazda, boy

It's a Mazza, boy

Pop out of the fucking plaza, boy
Smoking like a fucking Rasta, boy

I'm tryna get the money faster, boy

Take all my nightmares, put them in a blunt, roll it up and I pass that, boy

Hope you had a good night, I'ma let you know, this gon' be your last one, boy

Smoking all this loud
I'm myself and I'm proud

Boy, I'm moving mix-match, I ain't never settling down

He ain't part of this sound

Boy, I popped him out

He had to sell me out

And the wind

And the wind

And the wind

And the wind