84 Shotty - NEW ERA (feat. 84 Bojack)

Yeah, we riding smooth
Shit chill, I'm in the studio
Yeah, gone, we on the move
Yeah, yeah

This is it, yeah you know I'll live a fast life
That was lit, yeah better than the last night
I lost my grip, I got to keep my grasp tight
But I don't trip, you don't even have to ask twice

I'm in the studio by myself, I'm high as hell
I got awards on my shelf, I French inhale
I'm at war with myself, I need help
I'm living life with no regrets, been face-to-face with death
But I don't see it as a threat, all my life I played roulette
Since a youngin' getting bread, I couldn't let my pockets go unfed
Spent some time up on the fence now I'm making music just to flex
I always failed when taking tests, unless the New Era vibes, leave you terrorized
Fuck the paparazzi, I'm sick of camera lights
Fuck the critics, they all telling lies
Hit the studio, I been chilling with the team, bout to take it to extreme
Got a closet full of Nike and Supreme, that's my color scheme
They hated me lucidly, pour the juice then sip it, Lucid Dreams
Rest In Piece to Juice, woah

Spaceman Jack, my flow is like N.A.S.A
Only when I rap, hot look like magma
Midnight rider smoking while I pass you
Race car driver now watch me overlap you
Usually off the Kush, tonight I'm smoking rappers
Usually in the books, tonight I'm off of campus
It look like I'm drowning I think I'm in Atlantis
Woah Woah

Eighty-four fools staying real cool man
Ducking Tom foolery, fool proof plan
It ain't hard to tell whose the fools gold fans
It's just something that they souls don't have
Me and Mary Jane, great romance
That's why I keep giving y'all dope slow jams
Still tripping, I'm guess listed, the best fitted, the best women
Trying to get back to the crib while I'm drifting off this intersection
New person, new perspective, pop the prescription, we getting introspective
Love over imperfection, what she was stressing
I never the answered the message, I just heard it where she left it

Yeah, we riding smooth
Shit chill, I'm in the studio
Yeah, gone, we on the moon

This is it, yeah you know I'll live a fast life
That was lit, yeah better than the last night
I lost my grip, I got to keep my grasp tight
But I don't trip, you don't even have to ask twice, twice

Written by:
Carter Blowers, Jackson Shottenkirk

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