Galactic Fr33style Lyrics

I've been feeling out right mind

Creepin' through night time 'til the sun shines

I want mines

Bend it over, bet she won't mind

Curves in her statement

Yea she's so fine, she's so fine

Lawd knows the city cold, bullets wiz'n

Make it drizzle like the snow

It's everywhere you go, damn

On my mama I can't fold, got this rhythm in my soul

Put the game overload, I'm just heatin' up

Guess now we gotta keep it tucked, 'cause I going even when the lease is up

I remember when niggas use to beef it up

Coming from that city, I got kissed by Lady Luck

Back when no one use to want us, the city distort us, the people abort us

But this vision looking gorgeous, how could I ever forfeit

I could never

I just want her singing a cappella, preferably in a falsetto

Only thing you're going know me for is gettin' chedda'

Finna make it go way up like propellers

I think that's called stellar, or galactic

Those tactics are useless

Feeling like the nigga, yea I do this

Going stupid, just foolish, knocked my toothless

Now I gotta talk with a lisp like this

Man just spits so crisp, pause

And it's from the flick of the wrist

Finna make the whole game shift

Ain't no breaks in this bitch, slave labor

I'm braver than all these other niggas

That blue check couldn't verify what I do

Nigga who is you

Lindsay Lohan, nigga get a clue, now you all feeling Blue

I think I'm 'bout blow, she was suckin' out my soul

I could feel it all in my toes

You finna leave the game over exposed and all it's over hoes

Goofy nigga, I be ducked off, I got the spice like some hot sauce

And the flavor never wavers

You better savor this, it's major shit

I've been doing this since 86, I was born in 95

That how you know the soul's so alive

They can't stand me

I'm outstanding, I been working on my branding, sipping' some on brandy

Now I'm slumped over, dumb soldier

With war wounds and battle scares

A tattered heart, I'm finna pick the game whole game apart

I do it for the love of the art, but I'm finna hit the charts

Watch it go up in flames, niggas never play they part

Position switchin' like intermission

I'm on a mission

Need clearer vision, better depiction

Gotta clip with an extension, while I pull on her extensions

Pussy good, its got some tension

It snaps back, I'm on head, that's clap back

But I can't never let an op make me overreact

And that's that