Paroles Light shows Privaledge

Light shows

Featuring Bun B

(Hook x2)
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

(Verse)
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

(Hook)
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

(Verse)
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

(Hook)
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

(Interlude)
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

(Verse : Bun B)
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