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[Intro: Brocko]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Brocko]
Okay, I'm trippin'
Act like I don't fuck with you enough, Scottie Pippen
Hit you wit' that .30, Elton John, I ain't missin'
I done got some Henny in my cup, quit the bitchin'
Yeah, yeah
Quit the bitchin', all the flows is hittin'
Can't just be forgotten for this shit, I ain't missin'
They said "Brock, you on the low, you ain't in the kitchen"
You just don't know what I'm on, swear this shit fulfillin'

[Hook: Brocko]
Do it 'til I die, on my grave, I been chillin'
I might have to fly by myself, fuck the ceiling
I might have to do it by my lone, get to healin'
I might have to do it on my own, sound opinion
Yeah, I could see this shit and face
Why we movin' fast when we got some time to waste?
Open up the bottle, seen somе better days
I just pray to Lord that we all gon' bе okay

[Verse 2: Basu]
Uh, nonstop, no intermissions for me
My intuition is free, my inner child can breathe
Air flow, I'm movin' right with the breeze
It's me, myself and a dream, and nobody in between
You can't get up underneath my spirit
ROV poppin', you know who pioneered it
Like German engineering', the focus is on gearin'
The foundation so good, it don't matter who gon' steer it

[Outro: Brocko]
Do it 'til I die, on my grave, I been chillin'
I might have to fly by myself, fuck the ceiling
I might have to do it by my lone, get to healin'
I might have to do it on my own, sound opinion