Lights Out Testo

Oh my
Oh my
We gotta hop in the game and show em
We can do what they do but a little bit better
You know what I mean
What up Hop

I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin
He was like how long till you think its dropping
Whats dropping? you talking bout my album bih? And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony
Dove in it, rose winnin, no sippin with the toes drippin
I was flow switching with the gold shivering
Cause he whole fishering whats the go-getter
With the pages to write, aim till it dry
Made up a rhyme laid it on the mic
I continue the game until it was high
Even further than the fame and the lights
Stop boy ima show you what I got boy
All my niggas rocking we gon get it popping
On the day this album drop boy
Everybody gonna play you right
I remember when I hate the light
Take advice everything you gotta sacrifice
And put the work in every day and night
Timing on the clock
Timing on the clock
See the grind and never stop
See the grind and never stop
Woah hey watch me thinking up the plot Hey finger licking with the pot
Hey trigger finger with the shot
Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke
Give it up the pain in the middle of the show cause he never been afraid of whatever they expose
Gotta make a name stick in my own lane
While they get the propane gotta better let it explode
Then I can get in my zone letting my enemies know
I'm in control oh no he didn't flip
Holy moly with the script
That's so meek get the sweep fuck a rolly on a wrist
I work solely on this shit
Overdosing with the strip
Grip the P rest in peace
No emotion with the hits boy
No emotion with the hits boy

Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it
I'm backing this you can't forget
Then im handing motherfuckers their asses again
And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles
We savages, and we ain't to play with
Yall done dug a new grave to lay in
I played your mixtape it ain't amazing
I saved the game my new tape just came in
I just hate to say that my swag is on god
Why you motherfuckers always acting so soft
Where your bitch at
I snatch her clothes off then smash the hoe raw then doze off
She just the rebound
I lost my mind and its nowhere to be found
Fucking with me then you will catch a beat down
You better keep 911 on the speed dial
I been on dumb shit
Mentally dysfunction from being locked in the dungeon
Dont make assumptions when a nigga on stage
I make em get down like lunges
Yes its true solo i dont rep a crew
Niggas like who the heck are you
I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof
Hold up nigga you tryna step to who
We don't wanna give it to a nigga who dont got a brain
All i do is cause misery
I don't know what happened to your career
It disappeared its an unsolved misery
I can do this all day bro im a volcano you should all lay low
Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll
Man i pull up to the scene and take all they hoes

Running up a check like an incline
Double cup mix it with the enzymes
No handouts tryna hand mine