Limelight

[Intro]
[melodic pluck synth, record scratch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
[808 bass and trap drums enter]
What I say? What I say? What I say?
You live in the past, yeah, no you not alive
Keep going, keep going, you don't gotta die
I'm knowing, I'm knowing, the moment is mine
I feel like John Stark in the way I drop dimes
Recalling, yeah, you ashy, I shine
Blowing her back out, I'm blasting her spine
She attracted to me 'cause she lacking the mind
Uh, two bitches I ship and I move to the next one
Y'all not my kids, fucked your mama, I'm your stepson
I cut the tension, I claim it from front
Crossing the border, I'm drawing the line
Holding them heavy, I'm loading the gun
I already won, the chopper done studied the blue faces
[record scratch]
The chopper done studdered blue faces combined
I'm stacking the profit, the money is mine
The profit, a bitch and I'm bossing her now
Knowing her dust, you get stopped on a dime
Dropping you off on the porch to your family
My man’s hopped out of the Porsche and do damaging
I'll take you out to space just like Enoch 
I'ma do it in a brand new pair of Reeboks
Trust me, I know, I know what to do
Micah go, I don't follow the rules
Track diamonds, my ice is professional
Why would I lie when the truth is exceptional?
Why leave you out when it's all inclusive?
White Mercedes, I'm whipping these Uzis
Why the fuck would I do it like you do?
I give it to God, this not magic, no voodoo
He asked me to join the Illuminati, I shot you
But why would I rock Balenci', that's stupid?
Your niggas get air-dropped like bitches, we're Mako
Y'all swear to God that y'all gon' play for the Lakers
Now this what you doing now, you didn't make the cut
Y'all didn't make the cut, now you late as fuck
Man, y'all lame as fuck, pull up on them bitch
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit
Now you know what it is to boss
Now you know what it feel like to boss
Now you know Larry Bird in his prime light
This what it look like to live in the limelight

[Outro]
[drums drop out, pluck synth fades]
[Instrumental]

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[Intro] [melodic pluck synth, record scratch] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, ah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah [Verse 1] [808 bass and trap drums enter] What I say? What I say? What I say? You live in the past, yeah, no you not alive Keep going, keep going, you don't gotta die I'm knowing, I'm knowing, the moment is mine I feel like John Stark in the way I drop dimes Recalling, yeah, you ashy, I shine Blowing her back out, I'm blasting her spine She attracted to me 'cause she lacking the mind Uh, two bitches I ship and I move to the next one Y'all not my kids, fucked your mama, I'm your stepson I cut the tension, I claim it from front Crossing the border, I'm drawing the line Holding them heavy, I'm loading the gun I already won, the chopper done studied the blue faces [record scratch] The chopper done studdered blue faces combined I'm stacking the profit, the money is mine The profit, a bitch and I'm bossing her now Knowing her dust, you get stopped on a dime Dropping you off on the porch to your family My man’s hopped out of the Porsche and do damaging I'll take you out to space just like Enoch I'ma do it in a brand new pair of Reeboks Trust me, I know, I know what to do Micah go, I don't follow the rules Track diamonds, my ice is professional Why would I lie when the truth is exceptional? Why leave you out when it's all inclusive? White Mercedes, I'm whipping these Uzis Why the fuck would I do it like you do? I give it to God, this not magic, no voodoo He asked me to join the Illuminati, I shot you But why would I rock Balenci', that's stupid? Your niggas get air-dropped like bitches, we're Mako Y'all swear to God that y'all gon' play for the Lakers Now this what you doing now, you didn't make the cut Y'all didn't make the cut, now you late as fuck Man, y'all lame as fuck, pull up on them bitch I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit Now you know what it is to boss Now you know what it feel like to boss Now you know Larry Bird in his prime light This what it look like to live in the limelight [Outro] [drums drop out, pluck synth fades] [Instrumental]

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