G-Box Da Smoke - Orbit (feat. 2k white)

You lookin up to ur idol, smoke the kind of nigga that's quick to ran up on rivals
Put a stop to ur vitals
Swear to speak the truth with my hand up on a bible
I move around wit an army who stronger soldiers wit rifles
Call me michael im the smooth criminal, im cynical
Give a fuck bout wat you think im hustling to reach my pinnacle
I got options who got options we can plan to meet
Little nugget I eat ur heart like a ten piece
Ma side piece told mami to get on board
I get it feeling no pressure these haters cum wit no force yeah
Picture that, picture me on the map
Picture me holdin strap, picture me holdin back
Picture me wit a bitch I took from her man that nigga boring
Picture me wit a mexican eating tacos in the morning
You can't avoid it, its fourth and I'm goin' for it,
I'm killin' it, no remorse this gift priceless, you can't afford it, ayy
Don't ride my wave on yacht, you can't come aboard it
No rocket im high on orbit, stay silent, you'll be rewarded, ayy
Ayy, coming to you hd, come record it
Yeah, my weed so loud this shit distorted
Ayy, I get it custom like it's ordered
One to the face, I'm outta space, I'm all in orbit
Is it paper, rock or scissors, smoke the kind of star that's quick to shine up like glitters
With everybody that's wit us
We guerillas from the jungle we humble baby we mobbin thru
You got paper, we got paper we be cashin too
Who can fuck wit me now who can fuck wit me then
Who can fuck wit me how who can fuck wit my style, who can fuck wit ma flow
No who can stand where I stand
Who can hold wat I hold, you can stand n get hand, paper come on demand
Ma niggaz lie on the stand yeah
Picture this, picture bleek in a coupe
Picture jerz in ferarri picture me in bugatti
Picture we on the grind twenty four seven we rep the seven
Picture me wit a beat I took from ur man get at me homie huh
You can't avoid it, its fourth and I'm goin' for it,
I'm killin' it, no remorse this gift priceless, you can't afford it, ayy
Don't ride my wave on yacht, you can't come aboard it
No rocket im high on orbit, stay silent, you'll be rewarded, ayy
Ayy, coming to you hd, come record it
Yeah, my weed so loud this shit distorted
Ayy, I get it custom like it's ordered
One to the face, I'm outta space, I'm all in orbit

Written by:
Brandon Patterson, Kwabena Boateng

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