Crae - Signs (feat. DEUCEWORLD)

Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs
I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind
I'm smoking on the trey five, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695
When I smoke it, come limited supply
Shit I'm on, this shit do or die
Gang
I don't even respond to a lame
All that shit you talk there ain't even rocks in your chain
Money on my mind, I don't really got time
So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my lady
Southside, S-O-M-D, lul baby
Going vegan cause that beef shit lame
I came up doing shit that pay me
Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank
I get the cheddar, live better forever
Come see me in Cali, the weather is better
Niggas been hating
They sicker than ever
The 301 different
I'm still good wherever
Got a leg up
I'm trynna run shit
Knew I would blow
I'm like Dizzy with trumpets
I do magic, turn nothing to something
Can't stand me, keep sitting
I'll get this bitch jumping
Made my own lane
It's a new world
Who he think he is
My name DEUCEWORLD
Feel no more, I don't bleed
I don't feel no more, I don't bleed
She a centerfold, still ain't pleased
She still coming though, I'm a G
He a lot of things, but he ain't me
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs
I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind
I'm smoking on the 3.5, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695
When I smoke it, come limited supply
Shit, I'm on this shit, do or die
Gang
I don't need respond to a lame
All that shit you talk their ain't even rocks in chain
Money on my mind, I don't really got time
So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my ladies
Southside, S-O-M-D, lil' baby
Going vegan cause that beef shit lame
I came up doing shit that pay me
Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank
Need a max contract, fuck up the bank
85 gas?
That shit fuck up my tank
Pop out the cut, Doeskii came with the shank
Got a woman of color, the xan make her blank
SG the team number one in the rank
Can't let no hoe know my government name
Glock R&B, how it sing in the rain
Rap games Russell Crowe
Are you not entertained?
Ever touch 4 p's?
Cost like 8 P5's
I heard that boy talking trappin', he lied
When he really got stuck on the zip whole time
Ain't a QP, or better don't waste my time
I ducked the feds, crossed three state lines
Had to hustle for a decade boy this shit take time
I'm a DMV nigga, NY state of mind
She asked do I want top?
I say yes, then reclined
Ay, aye
Look, I'm on some new shit today
Either get with it or get out the way
Coming in smoov like GL, that's my ace
They told me I got it just pick up the pace
I be so high off the Za like it's laced
Need stars in the roof, told them give me my space
Tryna be catching flights, I can't catch me no case
Yeah, it must be the shrooms cause I keep seeing signs
I just stay talking my shit, OG told me he think that I'm losing my mind
I'm smoking on the 3.5, I got Tr3 on the phone, he on 695
When I smoke it, come limited supply
Shit, I'm on this shit, do or die
Gang
I don't need respond to a lame
All that shit you talk their ain't even rocks in chain
Money on my mind, I don't really got time
So I'm going where I'm going, getting top from my ladies
Southside, S-O-M-D, lil' baby
Going vegan cause that beef shit lame
I came up doing shit that pay me
Duckin' from the law I almost E'd my tank

Written by:
Charles McCrae

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