Shome - Relay Lyrics
Rolling mad blunts, that's my origamiAll my verses fire, niggas spit wasabiJoin your'put you on designersStarted here with nothing, now a nigga grindingNow a nigga grinding, niggas getting showsNow I hit these shows and start demanding rolesOnce I get the roles, back to backing hoesCouple hundred for a verse, even more a showKnow some ATL business, hope a nigga blowAudio dope, they stuff it in they noseReal street nigga, bought it from the coldCops come knocking, you tell 'em you don't know'hear my lines, say they love my flowRappers hit my phone, say they verse is dopePlease don't kill my vibe, I'm in a certain modeSpraying when a fallen nigga about his doughNigga bout his doughA nigga about his doughA nigga 'bout his doughYou're breaking bones or breaking barriers, I'm breaking them, tooWhen we flip the switch then half a year it's taking them twoWe know your role, we know your type, you're playing missed me, tooWe don't know you, we don't owe you, take a picture, be coolI see the ways they tryna pay, read the scripture, be youOr grab a ratchet, get to tagging, rip a pistol in twoI'm hardly speaking on the subject when she all in my earYou know your role, baby girl, you just part of my peersLook, I'm gritty like eight was the sectionYour Phantom doors hit the floor when we hit a recessionI'm headed overseas, all your flights are domesticWe'll jump a nigga out the gym, all your fights are domesticYou wanna go, throw your hands up, we gonna celebrateLook, I need to focus more, watch me meditateI hit him high as the sky now watch him levitateYou say you begging to differ then we can set a dateNigga, I got bread to makeOn my mark, I'm setting my squad already, place they betsI take on fight 'cause PTO you more than new ATB4Finna blow, we that C4, bomb wrap, we like IraqIn the building like two planes, boy, you know I play no gamesThere it grows, I'm stunting on hoes, doing Brooklyn showsSince my shit was in the sauce, my dropping like'Shit, you lying here, my nigga, everything you hear is rawI'm a lion's den, my niggaStill a new jack, all my verses call a pookyNobody firing shots at the general, they salute meA veteran in a year, Visine, my sight is clearYour facing a side mirror, it's closer than it appearsToo legit, you should quit, watch me redefine hammer timeAnd let your ***** blow me like 30 mil' before my dealIt got too real and I forgot to have some fun with thisKelso and Shome, the track team, know we running shit
