LIMITLESS ft. MOE BRIGHT Lyrics

Girl, you got a hold on me, on me You got a hold on me

You can turn me up in the headphones, A&S You got a hold on me

Crazy, crazy

Perfect

This shit for the family, for real, yeah I literally wrote this verse with my kids

Hanging off my neck, real shit

For the family, three, you heard

Yeah

You got a hold on me

You got a hold on me

You got a hold on me

I'm super humble, but I'm up, it's hard to fake the feeling

The one that's catching all the wins, they wanna paint the villain

Post office label maker, tryna make a killing

I pulled the pistol on the plug, and then I made him seal it

I keep it on me, that's for karma, cause I know she real

It's easier to rob a rapper than to close a deal

Rap ain't getting me rich, but I know it will

Say she don't cheat on her man, but I know she will

I'm easily triggered like how a cop's killing my niggas

Okay, fully automatics

My anxiety's bad, I'm gripping into traffic

Somebody might pull out and cock it back, blast it

They ain't dropping my casket off the hands of another man

I'd rather 12 on me Cunningham

My protection is a gun in hand

The dope in Uncle Ben's, that's caramel and rice, a hundred grand

I'm with Oh ridin' shawty sticks in a Rover

That's twin shit, nigga, Minnesota

And where I'm from, you was banging or you whipping soda

I followed the pitchers like the cameras when the innings over

She said I rap like my dick's big

And now she wanna know if it is

If you can get past Jas, in which I guarantee you can't

The we can take it to the house like Julio on a slant

600 shit, don't listen to them when they say they dope Them niggas can't fuck with this

Me and mine really do be drilling shit

Tryna make a million cause my pen is lit

Phil Jackson esque, I'm the zen of this

Do a favor from the heart and never mention it

I told Moe, yo, it really ain't no end to this

Bradley Cooper shit literally limitless

I'll step to the plate, make a hit and won't miss

Treat life like an opioid crisis and stick to the script

Every day that I awake, I thank God I exist

How niggas want the smoke with Moe when he here spitting his piff

Niggas saying they real, for real, that is a myth

I need big cheese, not big cheese, government bricks

It's Moe and Burn in the mix like butter and grits

It ain't gravy, baby, it's crazy how they smother these chicks

I'm more like a Tesla, after I plug I'm a dip

Real life hustler, I know how to get it and flip

Get it like I ain't tryna and die, that's off the rip

Explosive, fully loaded, that's off the hip

Frito-Lay's factory, multiple bags of chips

Pina Colada daiquiris when I relax and trip

Catch a breeze with Breeze

Sit back and drift like we in Tokyo

Shorty gon' ride the dick like it's a rodeo

Can't catch me, I hit her with the rope-a-dope

Limitless flows in studios, I overdose

Breeze, sing

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby