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shao one - men on the moon lyrics

[intro: shao one]
yeah shaolin on the beat hagz & rupsha ngf
men on the moon faded sh+t
ay

[chorus: shao one & rupsha]
man on the moon high and yeah i’m so faded
smokin’ up the pack until my eyes are goin’ asian
i think i need a breather na homie i’mma take it
run it to the back i’m in the caravan blazin’
a name don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it carries weight
and this is straight up cause i ain’t ever heard of you mate
i’mma just have to let you go cause a brother busy
out here with the 5′ 8’s doin’ 160
still solid with the set only talk to brothers
gettin’ busy on the mic i’m tryna run the numbers
wanna try and make it big so i can blow a budget
ngf is on the beat the 808’s are buzzin’

[verse 1: shao one]
man on the moon high and i still couldn’t trip
still got somethin’ up on my mind but i’mma let it sit
keep ya head tight homie wow gotta unload it for the crowd
shawty gang tight when she run it down now we gotta hit the town
battery’s on low finna charge up
just for the night while somethin’ finna go up
gotta roll up now i’m tryna get the (?) up
bags in the mil’ in the dream when i roll one
go and hit the town drinkin’ by the hot sun
i keep it pumpin’ all night until the jacks come
we rollin’ out late night just for more fun
tell ya ’bout it in the mornin’ i ain’t sayin’ nun
i stay (?) thats with a bag of dank
don’t usually cup of wine hypnotic in the drank
tryna get a shawty by my side but i’m workin’ late
old vibe take my time homies gotta wait
grind out late night when i go home we gon’ ride out
back up for the re+up and you know we gettin’ high now
she can try now never ever been a quitter and i never hide out
can not give a f+ck about an op and it shows
rollin’ with different chicks gotta keep it tight flow
me & rupsha & hagz on different sh+t this is how it goes
the sh+t from the lines in south+east that you wanted yo
i keep it bangin’ ay still feelin’ faded ay
this liquor got me makin’ decisions f+ckin’ my payment ay
double time we got in the bags push the blazin’ ay
gotta stop for a minute something’s (?)

[chorus: shao one & rupsha]
man on the moon high and yeah i’m so faded
smokin’ up the pack until my eyes are goin’ asian
i think i need a breather na homie i’mma take it
run it to the back i’m in the caravan blazin’
a name don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it carries weight
and this is straight up cause i ain’t ever heard of you mate
i’mma just have to let you go cause a brother busy
out here with the 5′ 8’s doin’ 160
still solid with the set only talk to brothers
gettin’ busy on the mic i’m tryna run the numbers
wanna try and make it big so i can blow a budget
ngf is on the beat the 808’s are buzzin’

[verse 2: rupsha]
blazin’ up na you fakin’ c+nt
come and sesh with ngf and we’ll break ya lungs
we high on the moon with the kuda bud
and my brothers countin’ loot smokin’ zoots ya dug na ya dig
diggin’ what i’m spittin’ hittin’ different flows
kickin’ in the zone that i’m in from smokin’ this sh+t
all the cones that get let when i’m choppin’ a mix
man i throw in some spin
and ya lungs give out when we enter the room
ya don’t know how but we makin’ moves
hagz, rupt & shao ya can’t fake our tune
na yo ca+ca+ca+can’t so don’t try goose
hold up let me show ’em what happens when i just go in
i’mma hit ’em with the end of the billy that i am holdin’
overtakin’ my opponents i’m livin’ up in the moment
they struggle to find a motive i struggle to give up on it like d+mn
you don’t really know what i’m ’bout sayin’ words out my mouth
that are makin’ ya bounce speakers shakin’ ya house
when you playin’ it loud then you playin’ it out
c+nts want me to stop it say rappin’ man you ain’t got it
but i ain’t lookin’ bothered put baby back in the bonnet
i’mma keep on workin’ on it my sonnets progressin’ from it
but this weekend i’mma vomit forget it and reset it

[bridge: shao one & rupsha]
+arguing over cones+

[hook: shao one]
a name don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it carries weight
and this is straight up cause i ain’t ever heard of you mate
chop a sesh up with the set and bro its all goods
someone pass me a cig or a backwood
cause i’m tryna get the logs goin’ all around
and then i’m chopin’ up a mix before i leave the house
this is ngf up on the beat i’m rollin ’round
the operating squad got the table locked down

[verse 3: hagz]
tryna pick up my act and straight focus on this rap
but the cases i’ve coped has got me stuck in a trap
with a bag pen and notepad that’s got me f+cked
on the sh+t i never had growin’ up without a dad
so complicated gettin’ wasted gettin’ faded
when i munchin’ bars stealin’ cars and livin’ large
for my brother i would cop that charge and end up in that yard
rest in peace vansy lookin’ back on our past
kickin’ in the panels of the train bruh
you know we loved ya but we never thought it’d come to this
now we’re trippin’ free holts and rapids my brother leavin’ ya door
with the keys to your porsche it’s raw
you’re all bark no bite with the b+tch call
reppin’ for my set behind the wall free ’em all
and now i’m spittin’ straight facts
not livin’ low kickin’ back up in the traps
keep droppin’ til i make it first in this rap
but i’mma bring my real ones to the top and that’s that
sittin’ on the balcony spittin’ frees sip the hennessy
with a couple young g’s with a family while i’m (?)
with a fat (?) and vinyl whips designer on my chick
with them fresh nike kick this ain’t a diss
but f+ck my ex b+tch cruisin’ with the stick shift real quick
got the snips with the shiv now i’m skrrtin’ off in ya whip
hottie legit punchin’ the gas not givin’ a f+ck about pigs
pull my shank from my waist band got 23 by my side
pull up in the van got bats in the (?)

[chorus: shao one & rupsha]
a name don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it carries weight
and this is straight up cause i ain’t ever heard of you mate
i’mma just have to let you go cause a brother busy
out here with the 5′ 8’s doin’ 160
still solid with the set only talk to brothers
gettin’ busy on the mic i’m tryna run the numbers
wanna try and make it big so i can blow a budget
ngf is on the beat the 808’s are buzzin’
a name don’t mean nothin’ ‘less it carries weight
and this is straight up cause i ain’t ever heard of you mate
i’mma just have to let you go cause a brother busy
out here with the 5′ 8’s doin’ 160
still solid with the set only talk to brothers
gettin’ busy on the mic i’m tryna run the numbers
wanna try and make it big so i can blow a budget
ngf is on the beat the 808’s are buzzin’

- shao one lyrics

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