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Lirik Lights Out (feat. Passionate MC, Hopsin & The Boy Illinois)

Oh my
Oh my
You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em
We can do what they do, but a little bit better
You know what I mean?
What up, Hop?

Uh, I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin
He was like: "How long till you think it's dropping?"
What's dropping? You talking 'bout my album bih?
And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony
Dove in it, rose winnin', no sippin' with the toes drippin'
I was flow switching with the gold shivering
'Cause he whole fishering what's the go-getter
With the pages to write, aim till it dry
Made a new rhyme, laid it on the mic
I continue the game until it was high
Even further than the fame and the lights

Stop boy I'ma show you what I got boy
All my niggas rocking we gon' get it popping
On the day this album drop boy
Everybody gonna play you right
I remember when I hate the light
Take advice, everything you gotta sacrifice
To put the work in every day and night

Timing on the clock
Timing on the clock
See the grind and never stop
Grind and never stop
Whoa, hey watch me thicken up the plot
Hey finger-licking with the pot
Hey trigger finger with the shot
Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke
Give it up the pain in the middle of the show 'cause he never been afraid of whatever they expose
Gotta make a name stick in my own lane
While they get the propane gotta better let it explode
Then I can get in my zone letting my enemies know
I'm in control oh no he didn't flip
Holy moly with the script
That's so meek get the sweep fuck a Rolly on a wrist
I work solely on this shit
Overdosing with the strip
Grip the P, rest in peace
No emotion with the hits boy, boy, boy
No emotion with the hits boy

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ya

Yo Passionate, gimme the track I'm smashing it
I'm backing this you can't forget
Then I'm handing motherfuckers their asses again
And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles
We savages, and we ain't to play with
Y'all done dug a new grave to lay in
I played your mix-tape, it ain't amazing
I saved the game, my new tape just came in
It's safe to say that my swag is on God
Why you motherfuckers always acting so soft?
Where your bitch at?
I snatch her clothes off, then smash the hoe raw then doze off (sorry, sorry)
She just the rebound
I lost my mind and it's nowhere to be found
Fucking with me then you will catch a beat down
You better keep 911 on the speed-dial

I been on dumb shit
Mentally dysfunction from being locked in the dungeon
Don't make assumptions when a nigga on stage
I can make 'em get down like lunges
Yes it's true solo I don't rep a crew
Niggas like: "Who the heck are you?"
I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof
Hold up nigga you tryna' step to who?

We don't wanna give it to a nigga who don't got a brain
All I do is cause misery
I don't know what happened to your career
It's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery
I can do this all day bro, I'm a volcano you should all lay low
Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll
Man I pull up to the scene and take all they hoes

Running up a check like an incline
Double cup mix the ether with the enzymes
No handouts had to hand a hand mine
No cell gotta hit me with the landline
I'm from the Crip though, that's east-side
Got white color crime on Visa
Got the emblem looking like a peace sign
Slow kills murder on the street side
Lakeshore no sea side
Left-handed if I ever needed drive
On average I get it in the meantime
Comes from the media and but I never seen sides
Get 'em to mo to the team shine
Just try to do it all season, 'cause I'm seasoned
Got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers

Sipping Perrier and I stay lacy
But I'm never tired like Kevin Gates
With a nation on seventh straight
I pray to Allah like everyday
'Cause a nigga lie like everyday
At the same time he speakin' of the place
Three-piece suit with the Mary Kay
And he got it kicked back like Mary J