Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ceiling , by - Casey Veggies. Release date: 21.11.2019
Song language: English
The Ceiling |
| Yeah |
| Uh, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| As I stare at the ceiling, I’m plotting in my room like |
| «Young nigga get out your feelings, get out and go get it» |
| My mind on a million, I’m hated, but loved by many |
| I’m caught in this feeling, a natural high |
| I’m blessed and my new whip appealin', the boy in the building |
| As a youngin', I was with the rapping, not robbing and dealing, I gotta go get |
| it |
| My mama need the house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it |
| Little mama know that I’m from L.A. and I’m rocking the fitted |
| Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city |
| I’m plotting up on a million in my room I stare at the ceiling |
| All these drugs, damn, why my young niggas be abusing it? |
| My chick so bad, do all the type of shit that make me choose a bitch |
| Everything wavy, might take her on vacation on a cruise and shit |
| Ridin' so fast sometimes I be feeling like I’m losing it |
| Sometimes when you try to get the win gotta lose a grip |
| I always knew when I got my chance, I’d do it big |
| Doing this shit my own damn way, my rules are bent |
| Sign a new deal, nigga bout to go shoppin' might ice my wrist |
| As I stare at the ceiling, I’m plotting in my room like |
| «Young nigga get out your feelings, get out and go get it» |
| My mind on a million, I’m hated, but loved by many |
| I’m caught in this feeling, a natural high |
| I’m blessed and my new whip appealin', the boy in the building |
| As a youngin', I was with the rapping, not robbing and dealing, I gotta go get |
| it |
| My mama need the house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it |
| Little mama know that I’m from L.A. and I’m rocking the fitted |
| Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city |
| I’m plotting up on a million in my room as I stare at the ceiling |
| Feeling great, lately girl, I been counting cake |
| Got a lot of shit on my plate, probably go invest in some real estate |
| Had a bad chick from another state, I fucked with her now she acting fake |
| Got my mind right, I got cash to make |
| Got on my hustle, let it activate |
| Fake niggas, I can’t relate, I be riding round in commercial plates |
| I be getting money in another place, you don’t really do it, you just in the way |
| When you winnin', swear they got a lot to say |
| Yeah, all these niggas, yeah, I know they hate |
| I’m politicking on another play, thinking to myself as I contemplate |
| As I stare at the ceiling, I’m plotting in my room like |
| «Young nigga get out your feelings, get out and go get it» |
| My mind on a million, I’m hated, but loved by many |
| I’m caught in this feeling, a natural high |
| I’m blessed and my new whip appealin', the boy in the building |
| As a youngin', I was with the rapping, not robbing and dealing, I gotta go get |
| it |
| My mama need the house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it |
| Little mama know that I’m from L.A. and I’m rocking the fitted |
| Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city |
| I’m plotting up on a million in my room as I stare at the ceiling |
| My mama need a house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it |
| Little mama know that I’m from L.A. and I’m rocking a fitted |
| Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city |
| I’m plotting up on a million in my room as I stare at the ceiling |
| My mama need a house with the lake, yeah, baby, I gotta go get it |
| Little mama know that I’m from L.A. and I’m rocking the fitted |
| Baby girl told me that she like how I reppin' my city |
| I’m plotting up on a million in my room I stare at the ceiling |