XV #EndOfTheWorld

[Verse 1: XV]

Let me in your life, let me in your homes

Let me in your stereos and get me in my zone

A hero on the page is what I wanna be the most

But if we follow for a follow, tell me who gon lead us both

Roman numeral flow, wallet full of C’s

Turn numbers into the alphabet so I can count G’s

The loser who won too like you was counting the 3

After the millions cause they doubted the dream

I ain’t lost a thing in this grind but my mind

And reality so harsh how could dreaming waste my time

I just ask mine, hypothetical at times

Wonderin’ if my rap minds matter after I flat line?

So I sign out of Facebook and get some real friends

Got off Twitter with niggas and set some real trends

And we gon’ get it man while the World spins

Cause everyday they try to say that the World ends

[Hook:]

Followers followin’, role models modellin’

Niggas throwin’ they dollars in and everybody is hollerin

Is it the end of the world yet?

Is it the end of the World yet?

Followers followin’, role models modellin’

Niggas throwin’ they dollars in and everybody is hollerin

Is it the end of the world yet?

Is it the end of the World yet?

[Verse 2: XV]

Young and invincible, hated by all the principles

Maybe cause all our principles would seem so fictional

Now we live in a world that’s so digital

Hashtags at the minimal, niggas act like it’s biblical

Typical I watch niggas that’s at they pinnacle

And not have one event that felt pivotal

When I was young I was wylin’ but always had drive

They suspended my license and then I got fly

Who gon’ change the World, not I

But I will influence the mind that does try

That’s a Pac line, see how it all goes

We could become a leader after you follow

So sign out of Facebook and get some real friends

Get off Twitter my nigga and set some real trends

And we gon get it while the world spins

Cause everyday they try to say that the world ends

Is it over yet?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: XV]

Ugh, back to Squaria I go

It’s our future Odd Future you could never know

Saw a nigga on Twitter say Vizzy will never blow

I guess there are some shit that I’ll spit that I never get to show

Over they heads I go

I wrote this on a flight next to this women that was white

She asked me what is that you write, I said a rap song

She said: “really, with sentences that long”

If you think rap is just drugs and gats then you dead wrong

This is the paper my sons college fund is made on

Those college kids at shows in the front row with weight on

We change lives with these lines that they hate on

Spit on tracks like simple jack and then kick back like Fei Long

I just want write something that make you get life from it

It’s more than just a facebook, like or dislike button

So sign out of that and get some real friends

Get off Twitter my nigga and set some real trends

[Hook]

Categories Xv

XV Aaahh! Real Monsters

[Intro:]

Play them, play them, play them loud

Yeah, all night

Comin’ down, bangin’ that new shit

[Verse 1: XV]

From the moment you said I was over my head

I wrote on my hand your name in my grammy speech

(You made a monster out of me)

My label tried to change me, well congratulations

Now look what you made me, I done turned to a motherfuckin’ beast

(You made a monster out of me)

And I will go wherever you take me

But the only place you drive me is crazy, cause baby

(You made a monster out of me)

And magazines said I couldn’t blow like Lohan

Now I’m making all my haters Earl, no ToeJam

Mess with me and I am on your head like Zohan

Flocka no hands, that is no man, that’s a monster

[Hook: x2]

Real monsters, real monsters

Real monsters, play it, play it, play it loud

[Bridge: x2]

They say, “Put on for us, make us proud”

On top so see me now

If you hate don’t make a sound

Play it, play it, play it, loud

[Verse 2: XV]

When they see him with the green shock the world like Blanka

Whipping through the city in a Phantom of the Opera

Tell every interview and blogger

(You made a monster out of me)

So I dressed up in a old tux

Smoked four blunts then I took a horcrux

Buried myself alive, now look what woke up

(You made a monster out of me)

And my ex girl said I wouldn’t make it

Now she ass-naked, revenge so sweet on her knees make her taste it

And I’m just sayin’

(You made a monster out of me)

But what you ain’t make is a dude from the midwest

Who grind for ten years just to get himself these big checks

I am overkill, Little Bill meet T-Rex

What’s that mean X? That just means that

I’m a monster

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Mom told me that I need to grow up

I was in the room trying to blow up

Could only get an eighth, I’m tryna roll up turn up

(You made a monster out of me)

Yeah, she was on her own and could do well with the support and

Thank God that you didn’t get that abortion

And thank you for them Jays, man them shits was so important

(You made a monster out of me)

Homies laughin’ and girl done left me

Just borrow money, now I’m owin’ like Jesse

Same clothes, underarms smell zesty

(You made a monster out of me)

But now I got a whole new steez, polo tees

Matchin’ drawers, suck on these

And yes the honeys all on me from the way I be’s

Lil’ Q, Figg Street, bitch now couldn’t be

[?] Top Dawg [?]

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 4: B.o.B.]

Look what you did to me, look what you started

Now this middle finger’s higher than the planes in Laguardia

There’ll be no apologies, don’t beg for my pardon

Sir, you’ll just look retarded, so get the fuck off it

Listen, they know I done been with beast mode

Been turned up, ya’ll niggas late to the party

Been caked up, ain’t no fake in this balling

Got accounts overseas that they can’t even audit

So be aware of the angel of death known as debt

You just living now-a-days to protect head and neck

That’s a billion lost souls that the government collects

In the belly of the beast and she harvesting a nest

That’s why I never sleep, tell me what the fuck is rest?

Niggas thought I sold my soul for the money and respect

But I ain’t playing checkers my nigga I’m playing chess

So checkmate, exit now, stage left motherfucker

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x2]

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XV Mirror’s Edge

[Chorus:]

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

I’m on the mirror’s edge

[Verse 1:]

Look, my life is unbelievable, even though, sometimes I wanna leave and go

And find a job, I’m so odd, still I got an even flow

Quiet kid, keep it low, mouth is closed wanna scream his soul

Til I’m in the place where the reapers go, I’m runnin’ on walls and leapin’ poles

My eyes are closed and all I know is I just don’t,

Eva eva eva wanna eva fall down, neva neva neva will I touch that ground

I feel so high when girls say Hi and I can’t hear em all

The crowd is loud the flash is massive ballin’ all it feels like I’mm

[Chorus:]

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

I’m on the mirror’s edge

[Verse 2:]

I was livin’ like the rest of em, shit I didn’t even mess with em

They all came part of the roster

I came in a flyin saucer

Dem dudes be like Who is he? Dem girls be like That’s Vizzy

My line is always open, but I still get so busy, now dig me

Sometimes I ask how I have got in here here here here here

Life wasn’t always sunny, but I found time to shear, yeah

Even though this height is lo-vel-y

I know gravity got a crush on me

But until that time, I’ll be fine, cause it feels like I’mm

[Chorus:]

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground, (And I don’t wanna touch the ground)

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

I’m on the mirror’s edge

[Verse 3:]

What goes up must come down

That’s the laws of physics, so I won’t stick around

Remind them clowns of dat, I just hope ya’ll got my back

When I stage dive from days, sky I brought a rocket pack

So I fly, from the winter to the summer, come up, find how I do

My career Springs cause I’m hot, and you Fall tryna get cool, get it?

Gon’ and ask how I did it,

Flyin’ through the sky with it

One day we’ll all fall difference tween me and ya’ll is all admit it

[Chorus:]

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

It feels like I’m runnin’ on walls and I don’t wanna touch the ground,

And if they say that I’m lost then I don’t wanna be found,

I’m on the mirror’s edge

Categories Xv

XV Boss Level

Yeah, this shit shound like video game music

Like the boss level, that’s where we should take it

[Hook:]

Boss level, boss level, boss level

Boss level, boss level, boss level

Boss level, boss level, boss level

Boss Level, boss level

Yeah, this that King Bowser flow

[Verse 1: XV]

Creepin’ up on that boss level

Tell me what that cost for you

Jewellry all made in China

Know one of them diamonds is all yellow

I be out in NY hittin’ that Lala like I’m Carmelo

You know they try to lock the rappers

Don’t fuck around let them dogs smell you

Used to ball like EA, now I’m on that 2k

Thirsty bitches like who they?

That Fly boy club baby hu-rray

And all my niggas get fooley droppin’ shit to me, you could get souffle

Just kick back like Lui Kang, before a nigga pop at your toupee

And I don’t ever fuck with a 2-face, you can leave that up to Bruce Wayne

Run this town and I run this block and I run this street

Give me 2 lanes, come alive at night, give me 2 fangs

Bands on tre and a few chains

And I’m sorry girl, I done had a few drinks

Man I couldn’t tell you who came

See I used to wanna stop on Apollo and now I run the fucking Apollo

I don’t even need that joint up in Harlem

Talking bout space shuttles up in the Cosmos

Where we at, someone better call a tarot

[Hook:]

Boss level, boss level, boss level

Boss level, boss level, boss level

(Creepin up on that boss level)

Boss level, boss level

(Creepin up on that boss level)

Came too far to turn around now

[Verse 2: XV]

Got more checks and I got more numbers

Got more bread than I got more wonder

Bra’s in my hand but them chicks like somethin’that are high maintenance like top floor plumbers

And I keep mad rubbers, Amex card, yeah I keep that from her

Cause all in all they know I ball and so they call just to see that jumper

One night stay at the United center

Then I gotta stop at the bank

Cause I turn the mall into Madison square

This flow right here don’t see no breaks

Running back throwed cause I’m in that flows

In at the shows fucking mad hoes, she gimme that pussy like American hoes

I shoot for the moon like witches on brooms

Niggas just wonder when Vizzy gon’ vroom

I’m turning the key now niggas stay tuned

Why is you gassed, you niggas is fumes

Look at your ass, niggas is doomed

CD is trash now pick up a broom

I’m up in a room with bitches on shroom’s

LA mornings and Vegas nights, Toga parties and pagan lights

All I know is this ain’t just flight, but she said drink it’ll change ya life

Now I’mmm, wonderin’ where we are

Tell em

[Hook:]

Boss level, boss level, boss level

Boss level, boss level, boss level

(Creepin up on that boss level)

Boss level, boss level

(Creepin up on that boss level)

Categories Xv

XV Reset Button

I could have been that guy, that’ll drive, 5 hours out to TX

Just to get some work, ain’t no telling where I’m gonna be next

Out there doing dirt, now my momma need a Kleenex

Could have been me, I hit the reset

Still, the meals from a deal leave me appealed

Out for Will Smith money that I can leave in my will

My nigga Kareem in jail, I hope he get his appeals

That’s a reset button for real

And I’m still

Seeing the glass half full, they notice it

Eviction notices, soon as I put my two week notice in

My boss working like, “I hope that you blow up then”

If not I hit the reset button…go again

Scared of your goals, cause what if you don’t achieve it

So college is where you go, but one day you got to leave it

The Grim Reapers feeling, one day, you’re going to meet it

So just live everyday like that day you’re going to see it

Me and this dude I knew well

Skipping school, trying to be cool

Two losers so we’re rolling up two l’s

Never got on board to our dreams going into full sail

So you know what to do well

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

[Talib Kweli:]

My rhymes make you pay attention like you’re Ritalin

There’s a thin line between a savage and a gentleman

I never tire, hit the road like a Michelin

And if I stop, then I begin again

Making a profit because I’m cutting out the middleman

I’m giving him a ticket because he’s loitering and littering

He got the game messed up

All twisted and contorted, so it’s more important who you consider fam

I used to want a deal

But now I want my freedom

These industry motherfuckers, I don’t fucking need ’em

Matter of fact, they need me

The problem with their business model deeper than the scratches on your CD

I see these rappers still sleeping, I call them Ambien

Consider me a beast, the epitome of a champion

This the World Series

I’m Mr. October

I hit the reset button and I start over

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

Ex-girl tripping

Next girl wishing that she could do everything that my ex-girl didn’t

My next girl trying to tell my next ex something

They both got that reset button

The first taste of fame

I splurged on a chain, like a 1,000 DVDs and a car in my name

A bunch of friends, a bunch of haters, it all is the same

Once I watch it all go…never saw when it came

Dang

But I don’t wanna get into that

Thinking back to my crew when I first started spitting raps

Drugs put us up and real stuff, I wish it didn’t black

Reset and let me get it back

My son growing up

Seeing him calling me daddy

Through all the opposition I can still look at him proudly

And tell him all the things I wouldn’t be without him

Brought those sunny days out me when they swore it would be cloudy

Can’t wait to tell him stories about, me and his mother

And how I’d only reset to get his twin brother

What would he have to like? I wonder

But live’s good, I never want another

And never hit the reset button

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

Just hit the reset button

Hit the reset button

Categories Xv

XV Gettin’ Bizzy

Dre headphones on, Vizzy get his zone on

My flow is like All State, go and get your quote on

Modest as a Mouse so my ego never Float On

But I’m fly as the Never Ending dragon Bastian road on

Looking at the sky, trying to find where the top at

Trying to get the green, nigga show me where the crop at

Everybody Lost, I am still here

And the crowd will cheer/wheelchair where is John Locke at?

Kill ’em with the way I rhyme

I save the game like Daylight time, go ahead and put your clocks back

I am everywhere where that you niggas probably not at

And I be on the go with every flow that you stop at

Arms up, I ain’t going for defeat/the feet

All I need is Seven on the beats

And I am in my zone

If I am not the heir/air to the throne

How come you feel the wind on your seat?

I got ’em like…

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Hold up, I’m getting busy

Get ’em Vizzy (I will)

Get ’em Vizzy (Indeed!)

Get ’em Vizzy (yeah)

Hold up, I’m getting busy

Serving up that hot shit, this is for the waiters

I’m giving niggas food for thought, like it was catered

Never go out to parties, I’d always come back with favors

Then I sonned so many niggas you would think we’re all related

Thought they had me faded like stone wash

Tried to monopolize the game and gave me no props

Cause I came in here trying to rep for the Squares

And I heated up my circle like stove tops

Met Elliott Wilson and made his Radar switch

I ain’t talking gun talk, you can save y’all clips

I ain’t fly like the rest of ’em, but ain’t I sick?

They got all those tags, but they not it

And I be sitting waiting, anticipating for the day when

The radio finally go and play my shit

Long as I step up to the plate

If I swing I miss

But I’mma go out the way I went

My niggas talk about…

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Hold up, I’m getting busy

Get ’em Vizzy (Uh Huh)

Get ’em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep)

Get ’em Vizzy (Haha, uh)

Hold up, I’m getting busy

I’m a cool little dude from a Midwest City

Where the homies call me X and the girls call me Vizzy

I am going going gone, yep, that ones out to Wrigley

If you scared to come up here, there is no way else to get me

They don’t get me

Type in those coordinates and try to see me

We don’t come in peace, but, we’ll try to be friendly

I’m the future, I’m the past, I’m the present, I’m the pending

Quit your worrying, the curtains closing and the lights are dimming

They probably can’t hear me, the speakers probably blew up

I digested the city so you know what I threw up

Planted seeds in these streets so you know where they root us

Where I’m born too, my horn make ’em scorn, bitches tutor

Shoot us, the pilot and look at where it flew us

Over The Cuckoos Nest, well yes they have buddah

Deny the tribe, they lie, look at how they do us

In manual drive these guys try to autotune us

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Get ’em Vizzy

Hold up, I’m getting busy

Get ’em Vizzy (Uh Huh)

Get ’em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep)

Get ’em Vizzy (Haha, uh)

Hold up, I’m getting busy

Categories Xv

XV Stare & Whisper

“They just stare and whisper wherever I go

They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows”

They just “stare and whisper”

Police is watching, the streets is talking

“Now everyone knows”

That I’m a rapper, dude, that’s what they notice first

And that my rapping crew makes situations worse

So I can I give my view on how you give us views?

Like we just rap, hoop, talk loud and barbecue

Man, they don’t hear the dude, they all skip the message

You perplexed with my complexion, man, get to stepping

And they don’t know that I’m close to a deal

They get a counterfeit marker on my $5 bill

I wear my hat the the side, roll with a couple of thugs

Bump my shit in the ride, turn it all the way up

Call a cutie a honey, call a hoochie a ho

Middle fingers to the cops, yeah, you already know

I wear a do-rag to lay down my waves, but somehow

They turn that around to I’m in a gang

Instead of staring, just try to wave and say, ‘Hi’

And keep moving, cause I’mma do me and stay fly

They just

“They just stare and whisper wherever I go

They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows”

They just “stare and whisper”

Police is watching, the streets is talking

“Now everyone knows”

Rappers are culture killers, we got the vultures with us

We tell the world that we cold killers and drug dealers

I’m so iller and realer than most

Feel it, I’m killing the flow

And still you’ll be feeling the ghost within ya

And I’ll be damned if I let some label choose my look

You can’t describe me through the pictures in you’re rapping books

You can’t allow the money stacking in my platinum jeans

Allow you to think that you know me in the magazines

Just allow the scene and the songs I bring

X out the thoughts you brought and describe to the V

Don’t allow my status being king of the city

Take your perception quickly

Cause I’m a gentleman like Mr. Bentley

Sometimes I don’t want to be bothered with talk

And like, “How can I get on?” I just hear it too often

So when I say I’m busy, guess I’m being unfair

I bet I’ll make my way to Heaven with all of these Stans

They just

“They just stare and whisper wherever I go

They just stare and whisper, now everyone knows”

They just “stare and whisper”

Police is watching, the streets is talking

“Now everyone knows”

Categories Xv

XV SmallVille

Sometimes we move, and forget about where we go

[Verse 1: XV]

Yeah, Zack and Kelly but tell me and tot he max we go

And treat these verses like Margarito and Pacquiao

Teachers thought I’d never come out my shell and well

Now I hop on beats and go pistachio

They’ll never steal my dreams like Leo DiCaprio

So, before the madness grow I speak what they have to know

In a town that was small, I crashed in the lawn

The effect that I met was like a splash in the pond

See I rap for my mom in the back of the car she said

“Boy, you crazy” momma’s little baby

I always told her I would drop a project one day

Now I’m taking off, my projects on the runway

From suburbs of young nerds, to projects that see gun play

To models on the runway, it’ll reach ’em all in someway

They hit my brother with 10 years, he said “don’t leave”

I said, there’s no weave, baby brother I’ve been here

[Chorus:]

Sometimes we move, and forget about where we go

So this is my beginning

I look to the sky with a cape on my back

And they tell me the sky is the limit

But I don’t know why, when I finally fly

Wanna show em all, this is my beginning

I look to the sky with a cape on my back

And they tell me the sky is the limit

But I don’t know why, But I don’t know why

[Verse 2: XV]

July baby but cooler than a October boy

With more lines than a zebra wearing cordoroys

On my high horse, I should go to Troy

Set my flight course as my wings deploy

Postcards and polaroids

But not enough time to buy a stamp and show my boys

In Japan eating fish that’s Coy with little soy

Then I’m off to London watching this bridge that we built destroy

Don’t take advantage of the simple joys

My mum text all the time but I miss her voice

And I know you wish you caught me before I flew off

But I was running red lights like Rudolph

Just so I can zoom off, like taking Nike shoes off

Hit the stage that I grace to amuse y’all

Wanna be a pilot, you gotta learnt to fly

And you wanna be a star, your home in the sky

That’s why

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: XV]

Look, my RCA blast and some jewels that I cut like Cartier

Soon as I stepped outta the chamber like the RZA bopping to my digital shit

Plan to lash at all the haters with my physical whip

My lyrics flow like, how much more can lyrical get

When all I try to do is put they soul on spiritual lisp

The pastor tell it, I’m abusing my miracle gift

When I just do like him and use it just to get me some chips

So if the rapping Ishmal do, just happen to help you

And fell through the cracks, and it happen to fit

Watch it connect your soul, my hustle like Russel

I just hope my grind connects with the globe

Then bring some more label reps to my home

Then I can pass the cake to the next nigga on

Fly manoeuvres, Metropolis it’s on

I say bye to, but I will never be gone

[Chorus]

Categories Xv

XV Xxplosive

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Vizzy. Zone. This is the Layover. Shout out to Nipsey, Shawn Chrys. Man, what up? Aye, I’m about to get a crib there very soon too. Haha. Look out for me. Yeah. Look.

Why can’t I have it all?

Maybe I just ask for much

I want the world Tony, so I have to Touch

Marry a bad broad, with an ass like plush

Then of course, we get divorced and she take half my stuff

Yep

Cause a dime cost a pretty penny

And I never was the dude to be like, “Gimmie, gimmie”

I’m Kevin Arnold, Seven’s Paul, but are there any Winnie’s?

That’s probably why I’ll send a girl home in any inning

Vizzy, Vizzy, odds against him now I’m getting even

This MC is near to a Titan, R.I.P. Steven

Cold flow, conscious thoughts, I call it deep freezing

Dictionary’s absent from rapping and kids need meaning

But why kid myself

Like I ain’t a kid myself

Playing games, getting cake, no Child’s Play, but Chucky Cheesing

And they asking me, “What’s the reason?”

Why can’t I just stop?

I guess it’s hard when you fucking speeding

Latin chick, keep a fast whip to tuck the heat in

So she can bust and flee then

From all these bustas beefing

I’m having lunch meetings in rooms you can’t touch a thing in

The same dude they ain’t once believe in

Uh, I’m Bruce Wayne

Models hang for a couple evenings

Big Pimping on a boat, soon as I bust I’m breezing

I come beating down your block like a young heathen

More verses then a dude that loves competing

Killin’ ’em with the flow

Call it a hearse verse

Deeper than a motorcade, flier than a float parade

The day that I am Oprah paid

I will shave a $100 bill up, put it in a bowl and call that shit potpourri

Niggas don’t understand

I think I overstayed

But I ain’t leaving here, until they know my name

I am so up there, I can tow a plane

Landing zone gear, shoot a flare and a smoke grenade

The day that they awake

From all the sleeping

I got it made/maid

Hotel housekeeping

A lot to say, so until I speak it

It’s not the same, and it’s best to not believe it

Yeah, see what I did there?

And it ain’t ’97

But I swear, that it’s gonna be a B.I.G. year

Even with Cole here, Freddie here, Nipsey here

Sean/Shawn here, Wiz here, this is where I fit, jeah

Shout out to all of them, now I put it in fifth gear

Make the cut like a pits ears, uh

When I’m around, I suggest you keep your chick near

I’ll bag a Pretty Woman, in my Rich Gear/Gere

Ain’t that a bitch? Yeah

Life’s what you’re calling it

And it’s drop dead gorgeous, you should call it Farrah Fawcett

God damn

How could Vizzy be so heartless?

I’ve been playing Kingdom Hearts for the motherfucking longest

Game’s so flawless, but I always look forward

To girls hollering like we’re going to Sadie Hawkins

The game is the target, the gun’s behind the toilet

The bomb is in my backpack and I’m dropping it in August

X.plosi.V.e

Categories Xv

XV Mirrors Edge

[Hook:]

It feels like I’m running on walls and I don’t want to touch the ground

If they say that I’m lost, then I don’t want to be found

It feels like I’m running on walls and I don’t want to touch the ground

If they say that I’m lost, then I don’t want to be found

I’m on the mirrors edge

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Stuck in the dream but I can’t wake up

Sitting in a bank but I can’t cake up

Don’t want my girl but I can’t break up

‘Cause my every day life, I don’t want to shake up

Feel the earth wake up, won’t stay still

Haters all around but I won’t stay trill

All up in my face trying to show their skill

Say they don’t love it but I know they will

Before the show is over and the lights go out

After I wreck on the mic, show out

Married to the mob so wives throw out

Game all over that’s right, blow out

What you know ’bout getting raise? We’d done thought of life 15 ways

So blaze up the endo

While I’m sitting on the ceiling with my J’s on the window

[Hook]

[Verse 2: GLC]

Escalade get paid, nigga had to learn from mistakes I made

Dad couldn’t teach me, he was laying in the grave

I didn’t look there, hope God forgave

Now tell mama I’m on my way, tell me where she be her best

Got me out the hood, I recess, I smoke a lil weed to relieve my stress

Stacking ’em, making out to perfect, I got a new Cady out of my first bitch

Persist lil purple, seven in the alley, I took that risk

Running in a circle, running out of town

South side nigga just wanna flip me, rich motherfucker, that’s all that is

I survived that, now I feel like this

[Hook]

[Bridge: Mike Posner]

Looking out the window at another city’s lights

Trying to make it home on another lonely flight

Because I’m running-running trying to find my way

But there’s nothing-nothing-nothing I can say to find you on these days

[Verse 3: XV]

Mirrors on my walls in my new apartment

I never touch the floor, I’m like Aladdin’s carpet

I’m feeling like a star but I’m remaining car less

‘Cause I can run on walls like I am Lucy Lawless

They be saying I’m the next and I’m just hoping that is true

I took my number, got in line, just hoping I ain’t number two

So you ask how I feel, I’m flyin’, you ask about the deal in time

‘Cause the boy from Kansas ran on the ground long enough now

[Hook 2:]

It feels like I’m running on walls and I don’t want to touch the ground

If they say that I’m lost, then I don’t want to be found

It feels like I’m running on walls and I don’t want to touch to the ground

If they say that I’m lost, then I don’t want to be found

I’m on the mirror’s edge, I’m on the mirror’s edge

I’m on the mirror’s edge, I’m on the mirror’s edge

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