This Song’s Title
This Song’s Title Lyrics
[Hook 1]
[Verse 1]
The chronicles of a college kid
Whos demolishin'
Anyone who movin' wrong
Never been apologin'
Cut they supply
Watch they artwork fade then die
Since that coupe evade the sky
We speed and swervin' till we die
Don't press your luck
That button's worn outt
That young new kid that they warn 'bout
Sonnin' upperclassmen 'bout the dorrm route
Flow's killin' and chillin' but it's warm out
So ya'll don't have to run inside, I'm Killin' Odes
Beat the odds, Marchin' over the Public so I fear the Ides
Son I'm on rise, so I'm heatin' up
No demise in dem eyes, These the nights we dreamin' of
[Hook]
[Deep Hook]
[Verse 1]
I'm steady yellin'
Sip it sip it sip it up
Pour it and floor it
So we spillin' but we ain't give a fuck
Soarin' explorin'
All these lanes they try fit us in
Stat-croppin', Backdroppin'
I ain't fittin' in
My range ain't deminishin'
Who gon' start it up, we've been expectin'
They say they like your set's sounds, then want you to be respectin'-mann
Fuck that shit they on, mask and disguises
Thinkin' bout that We celebrate and laugh as we risin'
Freshest on ya stereo
We pushin trips off that dash
Piff and then pass
My eyes gettin' very low
Future's sunny but this reign ain't stoppin'
Takin' honeys from dummy's, who lyin' sayin' I'm floppin
Used to be black and gold now we I'm on that red and white
Sent these rappers packin' home, gon' get more ahead tonight
Sounds keep bumpin heavy, Music circulating steady
My dudes ready, wit me, blowin up in my city, watch the rest ignite
[Verse 1]
The chronicles of a college kid
Whos demolishin'
Anyone who movin' wrong
Never been apologin'
Cut they supply
Watch they artwork fade then die
Since that coupe evade the sky
We speed and swervin' till we die
Don't press your luck
That button's worn outt
That young new kid that they warn 'bout
Sonnin' upperclassmen 'bout the dorrm route
Flow's killin' and chillin' but it's warm out
So ya'll don't have to run inside, I'm Killin' Odes
Beat the odds, Marchin' over the Public so I fear the Ides
Son I'm on rise, so I'm heatin' up
No demise in dem eyes, These the nights we dreamin' of
[Hook]
[Deep Hook]
[Verse 1]
I'm steady yellin'
Sip it sip it sip it up
Pour it and floor it
So we spillin' but we ain't give a fuck
Soarin' explorin'
All these lanes they try fit us in
Stat-croppin', Backdroppin'
I ain't fittin' in
My range ain't deminishin'
Who gon' start it up, we've been expectin'
They say they like your set's sounds, then want you to be respectin'-mann
Fuck that shit they on, mask and disguises
Thinkin' bout that We celebrate and laugh as we risin'
Freshest on ya stereo
We pushin trips off that dash
Piff and then pass
My eyes gettin' very low
Future's sunny but this reign ain't stoppin'
Takin' honeys from dummy's, who lyin' sayin' I'm floppin
Used to be black and gold now we I'm on that red and white
Sent these rappers packin' home, gon' get more ahead tonight
Sounds keep bumpin heavy, Music circulating steady
My dudes ready, wit me, blowin up in my city, watch the rest ignite
[Hook]
[Deep Hook]
[Outro]
[Deep Hook]
[Outro]
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