Got It Covered ft. Produced by Mr. Thornton Lyrics

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup

I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs

I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up

Run it up

Steppin up

Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

I had some stitches in my mouth

So you gon hear this pain

The bruise contush the times i lose

The times i cried

The times i died and buried myself and past

Frustrated bout being last

Down on my dick amd down on my ass

Had to hit rock bottom to put my feet on solid ground

Fuck all that beef its coming in ground

Head in the sphere I'm far off the ground

I face the demon that's bleeding from skulls

I take the speeding for reason and all

I'm breaking it even relieving the flaws

What is the cause

It came from the pain

I swim like jaws

And break up the frame

For every L i gain

That changed my vision and aim

Neo when i gaze the numbers nothing was the same

It use to be slim fast in my flame

Had to scrub the rust off of my name

Bloody eyes like hurricane

I'm playing chess know yo game

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup

I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs

I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up

Run it up

Steppin up

Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup

I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs

I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up

Run it up

Steppin up

Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

I play the grinch and get mean for the money

I'm from the city the city of stunners

Might cop me hummer go get some garbows tucking the hammer cuz this shit ain't for show

I bottled my poes and wrote off the woes

Whoa

I custom Versace my soul

Whoa

No twinkle toes long arms with the elbows

Got elways ona way if you try

Throw his L away shorten days like why

I'm not the guy when the needle switch

You see how that thermostat get when he piss

You see how he think with the problems he fix

Still ina mix taking a risk i face the blitz and still catch the pick

Don't notice the pain chains got the scars covered

I drift ina lane became the crusher

I shoot at the brain and rain on buzzer

Indiana i Jones the puzzle

Ghost the struggle

Strike with the muzzle the barrel the ammo

Precise with the vision I'm good with the math

Lone wolf I'm good where I'm at

I'm good where I'm at

I put some ice inside my pain and i poured in my cup

I put some diamonds on chain and it covered all my scuffs

I put Mercedes' ona benz designer lens I'm cutting up

Run it up

Steppin up

Fuck them boys can't call my bluff

Written by: John Spears