zy benji - souls elevated lyrics
[verse 1]
and i only rap on sundays
don’t attempt to shake my hand if you signed a statement
he said he didn’t but he did cause i know lying faces
all my opps act like my fans that’s why we signing faces
oh what’s wrong today get on the gram see crying faces
don’t play with bro he don’t smoke lows he smoke designer faces
fully auto custom glock, don’t play with my creation
i get the low and i can’t leave until he prostrated
he can’t move sh+t below the knees, f+ck it, i’ll take it
12 different n+ggas felt that flame if i’m not mistaken
switches rain, i know that sh+t hurt from the sound it’s making
how the f+ck the drac’ came from russia but it sound jamaican
ain’t in the streets he in the bike lane he need a travel agent
zy how you been? well i been chilling and my glocks upgraded
he ain’t putting work in over there they mines well get him traded
give props to that n+gga that got shot, i know you ate it
let me guess, you ain’t learn about death by association
[chorus]
like candyman you say my name and souls get elevated
it’s seven on paper, but if you look behind the scenes well several never made it
and we gon’ chill for a week, catch seven more later
and, we gon’ hit every hood up, look like we touring
you ain’t see the last opp fltttth he look r+t+rded
switches rollin’, sound like dirt bikes when you start em
now who sayin’ somethin’? switchy shh, n+gga i beg pardon
[verse 2]
the opps probably textin’ each other like, don’t start em
we ain’t got no starters, y’all know that we all targets
yall know them n+ggas runnin’ around clippin’ sh+t when it’s on i think that they all barbers
man they sharp ash+t they ran through our lineup with no guard
but they be wetting sh+t so now i think them n+ggas coast guards
leave the scene, it’s 200 plus markers on hobart
how we did it is so smart, the kias is they won’t start
said f+ck it, then we built the stryker off coparts
[chorus]
like candyman you say my name and souls get elevated
it’s seven on paper, but if you look behind the scenes well several never made it
and we gon’ chill for a week, catch seven more later
and , we gon’ hit, every hood up, look like we touring
you ain’t see the last opp fltttth he look r+t+rded
switches rollin’, sound like dirt bikes when you start em
now who sayin’ somethin’? switchy shh, n+gga i beg pardon
[outro]
and i only rap on sundays
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