Just hit the gas, I feel like you panic a lot
Why you so timid, I'm not in yo personal space
You outta yo mind
Focus on upping the score when you taking yo aim
I'm outside, my whip straight, my summer shawty in her bitch stage
Bouta crash out road rage still been trolling at my grown age
Beast mode all Wolverine feel like sabertooth he might be kin to me
Know professor X, might be changing things made realistic like a smokescreen
Throwing smoke bombs, all colors too
Only trynna get the Black point of view
Such a hot topic that's on twitter too
Got the socials buzzin boutta shake the room
Yall need more you can say that again
The hybrid is busting I feel like the man
Stepped in these nikes I don't need no friends
Step in yo comfort knot to yo head
A writer, creative, a rapper, a scholar
Trynna being human you like what you ordered
A demon, no angel is coming the reaper is present
Imma slay me a rapper on site imma the killa
Imma do this on hood testing my pen
Bitches they smell what the rock keep on cooking
They using my rod, that a counter defense
Won't just be subtle no more too equipped
If you supporting just stick the the script
I be just snapping on any type beat
Step In my way imma Debo you bitch
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
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Performed By: Bless Watson
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: CHRISTOPHER WATSON, CHRISTOPHER RICHARD WATSON
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English
Just hit the gas, I feel like you panic a lot
Why you so timid, I'm not in yo personal space
You outta yo mind
Focus on upping the score when you taking yo aim
I'm outside, my whip straight, my summer shawty in her bitch stage
Bouta crash out road rage still been trolling at my grown age
Beast mode all Wolverine feel like sabertooth he might be kin to me
Know professor X, might be changing things made realistic like a smokescreen
Throwing smoke bombs, all colors too
Only trynna get the Black point of view
Such a hot topic that's on twitter too
Got the socials buzzin boutta shake the room
Yall need more you can say that again
The hybrid is busting I feel like the man
Stepped in these nikes I don't need no friends
Step in yo comfort knot to yo head
A writer, creative, a rapper, a scholar
Trynna being human you like what you ordered
A demon, no angel is coming the reaper is present
Imma slay me a rapper on site imma the killa
Imma do this on hood testing my pen
Bitches they smell what the rock keep on cooking
They using my rod, that a counter defense
Won't just be subtle no more too equipped
If you supporting just stick the the script
I be just snapping on any type beat
Step In my way imma Debo you bitch
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
Why you so timid, I'm not in yo personal space
You outta yo mind
Focus on upping the score when you taking yo aim
I'm outside, my whip straight, my summer shawty in her bitch stage
Bouta crash out road rage still been trolling at my grown age
Beast mode all Wolverine feel like sabertooth he might be kin to me
Know professor X, might be changing things made realistic like a smokescreen
Throwing smoke bombs, all colors too
Only trynna get the Black point of view
Such a hot topic that's on twitter too
Got the socials buzzin boutta shake the room
Yall need more you can say that again
The hybrid is busting I feel like the man
Stepped in these nikes I don't need no friends
Step in yo comfort knot to yo head
A writer, creative, a rapper, a scholar
Trynna being human you like what you ordered
A demon, no angel is coming the reaper is present
Imma slay me a rapper on site imma the killa
Imma do this on hood testing my pen
Bitches they smell what the rock keep on cooking
They using my rod, that a counter defense
Won't just be subtle no more too equipped
If you supporting just stick the the script
I be just snapping on any type beat
Step In my way imma Debo you bitch
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
Yeah
Uh
What a perfect life
Pour some henny over ice
Come take ah swig of life
I've been working while I can
Might've did something right
Keep on walking in yo truth
Cause you know when to strike
Writer: CHRISTOPHER WATSON, CHRISTOPHER RICHARD WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid