P.L.E.X. - Switch (Intro)

Yeah
Aye
Let me lace the real quick man I gotta go make some bread you know what I do
Look
Seven forty seven fly bitch I'm levitated
Damn this pack outta Cali got me medicated
Smoking on sky walker and some moon rocks
Watching boondocks
Then I cool walk over haters
All these other niggas perpetrators
I got proof that the juice up in me well concentrated
Bet the house on me like we in Vegas
Imma show the people
Why these niggas can't fuck with Tay lor
Look
My mind's inclined on a vertical axis
In fact it's the way that my verbally passion
Is backed with the withs that I'm well intact with
that kid the answer we talking bout practice
Aye i'm the reason that these bitches attracted
That's it
Shoot slugs fuck around get your back hit
Back in the mix I ain't missing no action
Arrived in a timely fashion
As time elapses
My circle getting small cause I only want real ass niggas on my roster
Imma go and get until my last breath boy and I ain't gotta lie and I put that on my mama
Bitch i’m a mobster
Used to love nines til my big bro came through the door with a chopper
Niggas ain’t real
I can smell that they pussy from a far
When I see them
I can tell by their posture
Hold up a minute
They choosing up off of my entrance
She ate it up like it was dinner
That ain't a favor lil bitch that a privilege be grateful you got a taste of this ism
Dammit I'm tired of these niggas that bring up another man's name just to get him some bitches
Seen you at xtc
Bro had pressed you
you didn't do shit cause we know that you timid
I stay about business
Cause niggas be putting in efforts to trick you up out your position
Made cause they broke and they want some attention
I'm cooling just keep me up out of your mentions
Stories like rubix they change and they twist it
As soon as you see they playing the victim
I got some real ones that's stuck in the system on two four they can't get a call or no visit
As I get money the more I feel guilty
I'm living
But they ain't gone ever have this feeling
Did what I could just to do what I want
I had to go get it
I wasn't too privileged
Chilling with woman who's wet as a pool
I dive in it
Stroking and swimming
Then back to the trap with these dope and syringes
These straps and these digits these bows and these benji's
Ain’t on me it's in me the envy the fact that I rap what I'm living
And never depending
On somebody else
Bro I came off the floor
Now my floor is high up bitch im luxury living
It ain't no pretending
I know that they feel it
Instead of this hating be thankful like pilgrims
Christian my shoes but it ain't a religion
Wherever the money I'm going the distance
I stay by myself and I ride with glizzy
These niggas be friendly and be codefendants
Think its a game I'll fuck up your vision
Like trying to play with continuous glitching
Sit back and think while I puff on this l
She pouring me Remy, crown or some henny
Get on my level before I can hit it
She's all her feelings
She fuck with a real one

Written by:
Taylor Stephenson

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