Shome - Relay lyrics

rate me

Rolling mad blunts, that’s my origami

All my verses fire, niggas spit wasabi

Join your…put you on designers

Started here with nothing, now a nigga grinding

Now a nigga grinding, niggas getting shows

Now I hit these shows and start demanding roles

Once I get the roles, back to backing hoes

Couple hundred for a verse, even more a show

Know some ATL business, hope a nigga blow

Audio dope, they stuff it in they nose

Real street nigga, bought it from the cold

Cops come knocking, you tell ‘em you don’t know

…hear my lines, say they love my flow

Rappers hit my phone, say they verse is dope

Please don’t kill my vibe, I’m in a certain mode

Spraying when a fallen nigga about his dough

Nigga bout his dough

A nigga about his dough

A nigga ‘bout his dough

You’re breaking bones or breaking barriers, I’m breaking them, too

When we flip the switch then half a year it’s taking them two

We know your role, we know your type, you’re playing missed me, too

We don’t know you, we don’t owe you, take a picture, be cool

I see the ways they tryna pay, read the scripture, be you

Or grab a ratchet, get to tagging, rip a pistol in two

I’m hardly speaking on the subject when she all in my ear

You know your role, baby girl, you just part of my peers

Look, I’m gritty like eight was the section

Your Phantom doors hit the floor when we hit a recession

I’m headed overseas, all your flights are domestic

We’ll jump a nigga out the gym, all your fights are domestic

You wanna go, throw your hands up, we gonna celebrate

Look, I need to focus more, watch me meditate

I hit him high as the sky now watch him levitate

You say you begging to differ then we can set a date

Nigga, I got bread to make

On my mark, I’m setting my squad already, place they bets

I take on fight ‘cause PTO you more than new ATB4

Finna blow, we that C4, bomb wrap, we like Iraq

In the building like two planes, boy, you know I play no games

There it grows, I’m stunting on hoes, doing Brooklyn shows

Since my shit was in the sauce, my dropping like…

Shit, you lying here, my nigga, everything you hear is raw

I’m a lion’s den, my nigga

Still a new jack, all my verses call a pooky

Nobody firing shots at the general, they salute me

A veteran in a year, Visine, my sight is clear

Your facing a side mirror, it’s closer than it appears

Too legit, you should quit, watch me redefine hammer time

And let your bitch blow me like 30 mil’ before my deal

It got too real and I forgot to have some fun with this

Kelso and Shome, the track team, know we running shit