Tru'nrg - Lucid

Yea look. I think it's sick as hell my mind is free when I smoke the weed but you can tell when I'm sobering
Cause I be 10 feet and now I'm hostile shaking my dreads dumping that lead like Waka Flaka
Hopped out the bed but slept on the wrong side now you wondering why my eyes is black like the night sky
Sick back and listen just pay attention its time I show you bitches we the chosen ones
Shining bright like the golden Sun putting holes in one body
Yo heads a bowling ball when I shoot that thang like I'm scotty these hotty thotties wanna touch on my body
But I'm chasing paper and I got some pussy at the crib so I'll see you later
Step out my face before they have to scrape you off the pavement we grooving don't you see how them waves went
Mary Jane strike a flame switch a lane and swerve
Take a sip skinny dip pull the clip off my hip if I see I'ma shoot and I ain't aiming at no bird
So what's the word mane whats the business this Mississippi known to get ignorant and giving stitches and taking
Bitches no taking losses its victory so whoever cross us get slapped to sleep its 270

Came up in the game and had to fuck it up my niggas bout it 'bout it bout to run it up
Switched up on them haters now I'm blowing up I'm having lucid dreams and I'm like what the fuck
Bout to lose it and I'm chilling fuck it roll another undercovers tryna get me so I'm laying low
All my niggas know what's up and never break the code. Rolling smoking blowing Os just had to let you know

These niggas wanna see me fall my mind heavy but my back is up against the wall
I'm ready to brawl and I'm thankful for the shit I got I'm on the plot and I can't stop until I reach the top
A lotta weed to help me see but don't got cataracts I'm just stating facts and quick to go and handle that
So watch ya back I'm a creature from the shadows I preach so JB had to lay the beat with melodies from the piano
So she can hit the high note then leave on that goodbye note the words that I quote are verbal blessings
So quit ya stressing we on a whole nother level walked the path and transcended so we hotter than the Devil
A tea kettle on the stove so wipe ya nose this that sick shit oh yes I'm sick bitch I cannot quit this
You in a ditch bitch we at the trap smoking griggidy sipping on that syrup not that grenadine fuck all of my enemies

Came up in the game and had to fuck it up my niggas bout it 'bout it bout to run it up
Switched up on them haters now I'm blowing up I'm having lucid dreams and I'm like what the fuck
Bout to lose it and I'm chilling fuck it roll another undercovers tryna get me so I'm laying low
All my niggas know whats up and never break the code. Rolling smoking blowing Os just had to let you know

And we fool with the worst sit in the pews of the church
Listening to whispers from God he said that before I can be true to the Father I gotta be true to me first
Living my life in reverse from death to rebirth My creator put the breath in me first
But these haters hoping that my blessings be cursed so I walk with a lean and I speak with a smirk
Them demons be lurking I don't try to hide em I keep em in check like the week of the first
You complaining cause you weak and you hurt I can feel something rising from deep in the Earth
Push it. I'm talking bout the issue but niggas is soft and superficial
I find myself often too official don't deny it the plot is abysmal
But I'm bout it my body's a temple I embodied a bodily mental don't understand shit that I say cause you simple
Bringing it straight to yo face like a dimple know we gone pop like a pimple
My soul is eternal my body's a rental police draw they gun like it came with a stencil I came with a pencil
Erase that shit money on my mind gotta chase that shit
Running laps like I'm running track chilling in the woods with my niggas like some lumberjacks
Trees in a gunnysack all I see is green on the turf like a running back
Before I seen a dream see I was cursed and never wanted that
They say I'm grand damn like I got keys to the Pontiac
My team be the squad we the league where yo justice at
See that we gone pop out the box this ain't bubble wrap take off like a hovercraft

Came up in the game and had to fuck it up my niggas bout it 'bout it bout to run it up
Switched up on them haters now I'm blowing up I'm having lucid dreams and I'm like what the fuck
Bout to lose it and I'm chilling fuck it roll another undercovers tryna get me so I'm laying low
All my niggas know whats up and never break the code. Rolling smoking blowing Os just had to let you know

Written by:
Cabesa Jones, Jeremy Staten, Joshua Bounds

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