HIT ME UP ft. Lynksfr, Dreyspurpo, lando., Young Crow & Calimari Lyrics

Life, hey man you know how life be

You gon' kick it to the ground

Kick it to the curb

But y'all just get back up

You know

That shit make you feel invincible sometimes, but you know

I be walking through this path I'm about to lash out

High for the people offering me help I'm about to back out

Lately life been banning me over-blown with my back out

But I ain't a pussy, I'm a keep throwing it back not gonna tap out

Hop on the mic and I might crash, reps on it be like I'm jacked out

Like you ain't seen nothing yet

Novacane'd now I ain't feeling nothing and

Hate to brag but the game ain't ready yet

Twenty lies I been told and they ain't making sense

Man it's been a fucking while

Living life, getting sober, ever since October

I've been fiending for a high

I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told you no

All that I told you, I meant it for real

Never did I once lie right through my teeth

Depending on the moment I feel right

Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by

Keep my room so spotless, like my head is thoughtless

Caught up in monotonous, keep it cautious

When I'm cruising so I'm never thought a nuisance

What if I don't make it with the music, well suited to be refuted

Always talk about how I'm top shit, but I'm not shit, I been lost shit

Thought this would get me out my fucking head

Mind still racing basement placement like I said

Drained this paintless picture me dead

I'm on the top dog, but what if I'm not dog

So what if I'm lost dog, and not what you thought dog

Rooftop chillin, like we Batman's villain

Dark clothes, hella hoes, got a suit with bullet holes

Who's that, at the door, shit I think it's time to go

Who's that, at the door, shit I think it's time to go

One hundred and sixty-eight, don't debate, yeah they great

Not an eight out of ten, they a ten no debate

Gotta skate, to their shit, gotta make shit like them

Keep it hundred outta ten, keep it hundred outta ten

Are we even friends, would you follow till the end

Kill your pride and your ego man that shit is not your friend

Yeah it's hard to be a good guy, easy to be bad

Hard to ignore the hate it's easy to get mad yeah

Just because they comment doesn't mean they really care

You could host a fucking party but nobody would be there

Yeah it's hard to make a brand, but it's easy to get sad

Easy to get clout, but it's hard to get some fans yeah

Carry me home, all the way home

Way back we was chilling alone

Stay back when you calling my phone

Maybach when I'm driving alone

I'm steady, stay ready

Hands sweaty, they heavy

In the coop, fuck Betty

This is new Machiavelli, hundred rounds feeling heavy

Out of town in the Chevy

Broke down, when the whole town be silent

Slow down when I'm crying

No sound when I'm quiet

Hold out I ain't lying

This shit is visionary, position myself like missionary

Twenty years of itinerary, you could look me up in the dictionary

Tame the ego before you put it over etiquette

Shows your pride it be delicate

Delegate with my team when I make a decision

Need steps in-line with God's vision

He got the patent for patients

But he not pulling my punches

Just been moving with intention

Feeling better than I ever been

Not many people left

So you know that I'm moving right

Got the blueprint for my few friends

I be spitting crack like I'm toothless

If you get that shit then you glued in

Lobby ain't full you could que in

Needing a hit of the pharmaceutical, to get out your cubicle cuticle

Cleaning the dirt off my hands after planting these seeds, I be cooking and eating them Too

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Stay up like apostrophes, not obsolete

Come get your bitch she bother me

Use no hands like soccer teams, I'm a prodigy

Now they claim I'm a wannabe, like honestly

Haven't I proved it's an odyssey, that I'm a modern day socrates

So I cross the t's, and I dot the i's, and the prophecies start to fall in line

This is quality so we pouring wine, getting broccoli like all the time

This the divine, feminine, now I'm showing signs that i'll get to the top

Focus on music and not the clock or the stop watch, this is top notch

Needed some inspiration so I went to the desert I'm showing my effort, we in it together

Ain't gonna fold when the cameras are flashing, cuz coal to a diamond is cause of the Pressure

Whatever the measure, I'm giving her pleasure

There isn't a point if it isn't forever

Hopped on the track and it's already crazy, but I did a verse and now I made it better

Man it's been a fucking awhile

Living life, getting sober, ever since October

I've been fiending for a high

I'm feeling dark, feeling over, I've never, never told you no

All that I told you, I meant it for real

Never did I once lie right through my teeth

Depending on the moment I feel right

Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by