Tha Blacksmith, Mark 4ord, Demise, Lyric James - TAKEOVER Lyrics

The closest thing to perfection I've ever heard
Like seeing my crews letters on every curb
Like grabbing my girl and kiss her on every curve
I set flames to the mic and I scorch the Earth
Won't fly away
Save the day I'll find a way
Forever riding I'm a wave
There's nothing else that I can say
Known to get her hot and turn her round like microwave
I always say simon but never listen to what Simon say
Bitch when that adrenaline pumping
Our heads get to bumping
Where I'm from internet threats turn into bucking
And texts turns into fk in homie
If it ain't money turn to better discussions homie
Pay attention you can learn a lil something homie
Yeah the odds favor the hard working homies
I'm staying focused bout to say hi to thirty
The fountain of youth in her thighs so a vato thirsty
Check the stomach tat Still I Rise without God's mercy bitch