neon lights

mr. bennett never finished

you can't miss a call

me and supa supa sold out sob's

new york

went from maggie's palace probably sellin' reggie out the door

now i'm thinkin' bigger - motion pictures

foreign cars

chloe

jordan

photo texting wasn't here before

now i hit withdraw

when i hit the mall

homies from the land poppin' xans

got withdrawals

clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off

i've been given second chances

that shit like my motivation

just found out i'm sick

i got no time for patience

tired of waitin'

i know destinations

i don't know locations

i know detonation

call up supa

he gon' cook the bacon

run up on me in the 'preme and i might kill an ape

and still rock bape and still rep gang

and still throw signs while my niggas do the same

cause the phony shit contagious so i let my phone ring

i don't like to conversate for conversation's sake

no more girls who stay up late

just baby girl and me

got real sisters outside

why lie when my life's neon lights?

real sisters down to ride

and they gon' ride tonight

she put some bad-bad magic on me

girl

you throw that bad-bad magic at me

we're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see

maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe

she put some bad-bad magic on me

girl

you throw that bad-bad magic at me

we're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see

or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe

i got held down in a spot over some confrontations

no more conversations

if you wanna link then hit my agent

no more weed

i put that down with all my friends that wouldn't make it

all my friends is killers and robbers

some of them couldn't shake it

i relate with shawties

aretha franklin and

hispanic girls with attitudes be them great debaters

my work's a basket

my flow fantastic

this shit's a classic

i bumped the classics that beat the masses

then preached to masses

i used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes

and now i'm so far from me

i feel like an open casket

they want the new taylor bennett

my posts is post-traumatic

my flow keep goin'

you're cul-de-sac and we'll blow ya backward

my clique assassins we're always packin' and never lackin'

i called up supa for magic

garcon

you gotta have it

you're bottle cappin'

i'm model lappin' with chicks that's athletes

my reach jurassic

my shoes ain't matchin'

they easter baskets

i got some twins with me

nina

marta

and that's the backup

some real shawties tell lil' shawties to put some racks up

my money longer

ain't done evolvin'

this shit's a classic

my money longer

ain't done evolvin'

this shit's a classic

tsk

tired of niggas talkin' 'bout this is the way you got to do it"