2020 Music - Intro (Dark Skies) [feat. J.C & Pablo]

Hating niggas ya in my way
Feel the moment can’t feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my way
Feel the moment can't feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my way
Im a young nigga been getting cake
Only fuck with real can't fucks with fake
I get to them bands
(Make no mistake)
She know I'm the man
(Titties in my face)
Keep the bands on me
(She make it shake)
If you talking money
(We can conversate)
Feel the moment can’t feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my way
(Yea yea yea )
Feel the moment can't feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my way
Im a young nigga been getting cake
Only fuck with real can't fucks with fake
I get to them bands make no mistake
Got a bad bitch titties in my face
Throw her dead prezis then she make it shake
Broke boy then we can’t relate
Cant relate to all the broke boys yea we can't relate
All they talk about the money that they never made
(We just can’t relate)
Can't relate to all them broke boys yea we can't relate
If we talking 'bout them bands know I'm on my way
Can't relate to all the broke boys they be hating on us (Aye)
Sippin' slow vision blurred, I can't feel my face
(Aye) my face
(Aye) can't feel my face
(Aye)
I can’t feel my face
I can't feel my face yea
Too much on my plate yea
I been feelin' like
I just need to get away, woah
I can't feel my face
Too much drugs up in my place
Woah
I been feelin' slow
I been blowin' too much smoke
Ya don't understand I'm the realest nigga out
Tell you what I'm all about
I be serving the loud by the pound
Breaking it down
Weighing it out
Weighing my options I had get out
Money it rain like it stuck in a cloud
Have sex with your bitch like I'm stuck in her mouth
I'm the last of the real like this shit is a drought
Return of the real
All my niggas is real
And fuck how you feel
Yea fuck how you feel
(On a ride on a ride yea I’m rippin' through my)
Pablo
Pablo, Pablo
On a ride on a ride yea I’m rippin' through my mind
I been sippin' on my cup feel like I’m never comin' out
Keep on mixin' prescriptions
My head keep spinning from liquor
My liver never been sicker quicker
Keep rollin' yea rollin’ rollin’
Gone off the bars yea I’m snoozin’
Face feeling numb guess from all of that booze and
The weed that I rolled got me munchin’ like Scooby
I can’t feel my face still I’m smokin’ this doobie
I’m high up on life (I’m high up on life)
I’m not comin' down, down, down
Only smokin’ on loud, loud, loud
Smokin’ on dabs yea, yea
Lean wit the rap yea, yea
Lean wit the rap, lean wit the

Written by:
John Collado, Jordan Giranda

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