Lyrics ENERGY - BLXCK 187

Aye
I Come from a place
Where the fake claim they real son
Clout clout clout clout clout
Ooh They fakin

If the talk bout money
Bet yall I'm listening
I do this for the money
Never stopping
I'm racing

If the song got Tripper or Tido
I'm spazzin
A trip to moon
Met Metro he boomin

Learned the hard way not to trust people easily
Lately I don't know whats really gotten into me
No longer the same some say its a tragedy
I cut off all ties if i don't feel your energy
(Cut off all ties if i don't feel your energy)

Had to say it twice
Tido B know you feeling me
I'm proud of myself
And i say that with passion

For All our dead homies
Jus pour out some yayga
For all our dead homies
Pour out some yayga

Don't f**** with some of these rappers
Lost friends i don't know what happened

Now look I'm back on my shit
Drowning in flows I can't even swim
One of the illest to come out the G
All of my n***** are coming with me

Just like nike we just do it
Look at the shit that I done been through
Thank you mom you've been a blessing
Held me down when i was stressing

Now I'm just flexing
I'm finessing
All these records man i wrecked em
I just wreck em

On my momma I'm a bastard
Aint got friends
Man i got bros
They Picked me up when i was low

On the mic I'm a beast

I'm slick b****
Bend it over f**** around and find the G in you
Get you wetter than a puddle p**** driller
On the mics I'm illa
Schooling all these n*****

I Come from a place
Where the fake claim they real son
Clout clout clout clout clout
Ooh They fakin

If the talk bout money
Bet y'all I'm listening
I do this for the money
Never stopping
I'm racing

If the song got Tripper or Tido
I'm spazzin
A trip to moon
Met Metro he boomin

Learned the hard way not to trust people easily
Lately I don't know whats really gotten into me
No longer the same some say its a tragedy
I cut off all ties if I don't feel your energy
(Cut off all ties if I don't feel your energy)

Had to say it twice
Tido B know you feeling me
I'm proud of myself
And i say that with passion

For All our dead homies
Jus pour out some yayga
For all our dead homies
Pour out some yayga

Who in the hood you know be soundin like this
I'm nice b****
There's no Jack you can do Son
Michael
23 all i wanted was a Jump Man