New Season Lyrics

We the ones with the one

So we steady active

We the ones with the son

So we steady rapping

If you knew, what we knew

You'd be steady clapping

Roll your eyes, evil eye

Know you Steady cappin'

This for the one in the street

This for the one in the heat

Gotta preach, gotta go teach

Got my lungs so gotta go reach

Got my gun, ain't talking bout heater

Got my word, ain't talking bout reader

Got my pop, ain't talking bout liter

Got my God, ain't talking bout leader

Got the tone and the vibe

So we slide in the slides

Powerpointin' to the sky

Fresh clean like we tide

Riding waves like a tide

Eyebags like we tired

Eye on bags like a tithe

You cannot(knot) like a tie

So much dope, that put my hope

In the Holy Ghost and go repost

his love is close, my faith is great,

His grace will make we feel so grateful

Use to be feel so shameful

Now I'm feeling stable

This is not a fable

Don't wait till it's too late, oh!

Poppin' and lockin'

Swerving down the road

Been on the grind

Since 14 years old

Ceramic flow

Cuz I never fold

Corporate around me

Cause I never sold

Used to be jealous of you at the show

Then I found out how far you had to go

Just for some bills, got you selling your soul

Just for some likes, you do what you're told

Couldn't be me

The only knee

I take is for the G-O-D

I only live, cause he died for me

If you don't believe, that is fine by me

It is time for me to define my dreams

To refine my team, keep my eyesight lean

No quisi-seem, only hard-line stream

No nice-guy memes, only righteous means

This new year Imma keep it clean

This new year Imma keep it light

This gonna' be the new ultralight beam

Do it by faith, not by sight

Imma pull up and start writing a verse

Linking the words, straight to a verse

Pull out the bible from my girl new purse

Next to the pulley in case it don't work

Next to the phone that play all of the beats

DJ D.VIBE spinning the heat

You wanna slide, but don't wanna repent

Don't wanna die, but still pay the rent

Do the girl math, still don't make sense

Count up your works, only make cents

Bent on the facts, the lack of belief

When the chief goin' stack,

The chaff and the wheat

Poppin and lockin

Swerving down the road

Only do 80

100 on tolls

Pray on the daily

To stay on the low

Cooking up lately

The kitchen is closed

Used to be jealous of you at the show

Then I found out how far you had to go

Just for some bills, got you selling your soul

Just for some likes, you do what you're told