Lighted Up Lyrics

Some of you nice but you ain't real, get off the mic

That's on my life, I never had shit but this weed and I stay lighted up

So get your lighters up and keep it stuck for hip hop and support your fucking friends so they can't never say they did pop

Missed opportunities ain't new to me

I've been a loner since a youngin', dirty scummy 'til my eulogy

Anyways, they never liked me in my wife-beater

So when I die I hope they never put a suit on me

What you doing? (I'm just making music) I'm just making music

Money is the root of evil, what is it that you pursuing?

Back in the day I used to think bout who I'd grew to be

But now I wish I could remember who I used to be

Holes and bruises in my shoes is just a memory

Doing good but all my friends turned into enemies

I'm onto bigger things

Been dodging misery

Losing beliefs while these vapors burning my sensory

Sick of the bull shit, tryna get my own whip

Straight up out the smoke sesh, scummy with my clothes ripped

Fed lies, hard times in the struggle

Getting high, I was barely getting by had to hustle

In my eyes see the trouble

Nothing subtle when you drowning in the ocean but they thinking it's a puddle

Cigarettes had my lungs closed

Blunt smoke kept me stuck broke

I'ma come up off a buck, though

I flipped a hunnid off a dub float

Kicking pebbles with my peddles I ain't finna settle

Feeling trapped so now I'm out here tryna bend this metal

Keep pianos in my instrumental

Got the keys inside my head, feel the vibrations when I move my dental

Never listen to what they tell you in this living hell, you just might come up proper throwing your profits into the wishing well

Don't ever give into who mention you

Been smoking weed cuz all this fiction is dimensional

I move in intervals of carefully crafted syllables on interludes

Your local rappers favorite rapper cuz I been the dude

From "The Junction", ain't got shit to prove

You doing good then people start to say they missing you

Sick of the bull shit, tryna get my own whip

Strait up out the smoke sesh, scummy with my clothes ripped

Fed lies, hard times in the struggle

Getting high, I was barely getting by had to hustle

In my eyes see the trouble

Nothing subtle when you drowning in the ocean but they thinking it's a puddle

Give me luck, on my Huffy tryna come up

In my city tryna battle dehydration in the summer

Yeah I'm in the base model, I ain't got the Bose yet

Bumping through the Cadillac doors where the floors sit

Some of you nice but you ain't real, get off the mic

That's on my life, I never had shit but this weed and I stay lighted up

(Lighted up)

So get you're lighters up and keep it stuck for hip hop

For hip hop

For hip hop

Support your friends so they can't never say they did pop