Light Shows (feat. Bun B)

We go pour up, grip grain and show up

Grip grain and show up

Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up

Turn up that light show

Now watch as we glow up

In the studio everyday but nothing changing for me

I'm getting bored with this shit, Lord give me strenght

For I don't know how I'm gonna make it

I'm tired living basic, remind me of the long nights

When I was in the basement, I must be doing something wrong

Trying to put my cousin's on ,help my younger Puddy

Even put his little brother on

'Cause when I was young I ain't had inspiration

Just a bunch of hood niggas around instigating

Telling me I'm ugly telling me I ain't shit

Now that I'm an artist I'm obligated to paint shit

My niggers never left Philly so we ain't seen shit

Instagram probably the closest they got to Vegas

So when I go to the hood they think I made it

The longer I'm gone the more I become their favourite

And eventhough I wanna say I love it, I hate it

'Cause that's the same thing P said before they hate it

What's a dream if it got a limit on it

What's a team if it got a gimmick on it

World records I'm going guiness on 'em

So when a world stop I'ma keep spending on 'em

Hating niggas on my dick like they jammy on 'em

They thirsty still drying snitching on 'em

I just hope they keep it pushing before I push up on 'em

But I really wanna push up on 'em

We go pour up, grip grain and show up

Grip grain and show up

Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up

Turn up that light show

Now watch as we glow up

I know I've been falling off

Rap just told me, rap just know me

Before you niggers started treating privaledge like Kobe

I was one my lonely, one came and shooting videos on my probe tip

Now er'where I go these hoes knows and spit

Vegas, Navada even California knows me trips

I ain't even doin' shows and sh--

Walking to church the past they looking like holy sh--

Damn I'm still praying to the man and I ain't there yet

I'm on fear facts, tryin' to get a pair of checks

Last minute money would call me all the time

In that full of ice cubes are you there yet

We're broke and no compare to that

If your chain ain't real, then why you wearin' that?

You gon' have these little kids tryin' to rob something

And go to jail tryin' to catch up with your square ass

We go pour up, grip grain and show up

Grip grain and show up

Then we go pour up, grip grain and show up

Turn up that light show

Now watch as we glow up

I told you I was gonna bring these legends out right

We 'bout to take you out down south

Pause

All it takes is one time,hold up,hold up

Triolo T baby the man and the myth

Got the douja by the uzzi and the vodka by the fifth

Got that bobby by the pound and that Whitney by the key

So if you know just like I know you should get it like me

And if you can't get it like me then you can't get it from me

First come first served, just show your boy the money

This is cash and carry the rules don't vary

Same time home boy don't be acting all scary

Boy it's ashes like Larry they need a better lotion

You're working and coming back write you need a better potion

The girl ain't coming back tonight you'll need the better motion

And a bigger boat to make her get wetter than an ocean

That's when I come in,that's when you go out

RIP to your ho yeah a little more we pour out

We go pour up, grip grain and show up

Turn up that light show

Now watch as we glow ,watch as we glow