Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D/vision, artist - EarthGang. Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D/vision |
| Yo, I’m in Atlanta, bruh |
| Hit me back, lil' nigga |
| Now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us» |
| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us |
| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter |
| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up |
| Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum |
| Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector |
| Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum |
| That’s part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom |
| Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps |
| Don’t step, stupid, or you get slept stupid |
| East side little Route, Zone 6 vet |
| Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don’t forget it |
| Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer |
| At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya |
| In present time they sayin' that I’m the next nigga |
| Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap |
| Can’t see the floor, elevator, where the steps at? |
| James Bond' 9—James Harden with the step-back |
| No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at? |
| That’s cool, wave the 30 round, where the TECs at? |
| Better get back, better get you a jetpack |
| They shoot where the ref at |
| They shoot at your jefe |
| They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew |
| They just put a hole in his Pepe |
| I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla |
| They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin' |
| I won’t be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down |
| As far as these rappers man, these words couldn’t hurt a nigga |
| Far as these rappers, I can’t count on a ninja turtle’s finger |
| Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D |
| I am loud, that is mid, I’m a pound, that’s a smidge |
| I’m a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient |
| Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas |
| A warrior, but words used is my spear |
| My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I |
| Do it for myself and don’t give back to the loyal |
| The unemployed, all my boys in here |
| Okay, let’s really make some noise in here |
| I’m under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction |
| Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective |
| Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons |
| Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector |
| I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels |
| Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin' |
| Like Lute, I got the jugg, I’ma say it’s quite the finagle |
| Get rich and make some babies that’s weirder than Will and Jada’s |
| But lately, I’ve been blocked up |
| Lately, I’ve been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up |
| Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups |
| And really though I feel as though there’s no bitch I could not fuck |
| Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar |
| Boy, you’re just Leonardo |
| Born in the life you had to learn to be part of |
| Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck |
| «Niggas ain’t seein' you, Venus"—shit, and I ain’t seeing me |
| So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET |
| My mama beat me, mu’fuck a degree |
| I chose both pills—my thoughts 3D |
| And often I probably come off so off the deep beat |
| That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs |
| In the blunt, they’re off a DP as the rain pops off of these street |
| And the pain pops me another one to the brain |
| I let the strain do what you can’t, I know it’s hard out tryna reach me, huh |
| I’m battling addiction, I’m deep in premonitions |
| I’m clutching on my last dollars, I’m stretching common sense |
| A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence |
| Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my delivery |
| Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I’m flying in the young |
| Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up |
| So motherfuck a time-limit, I’ma take what’s mine, nigga |
| Ha—now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us» |
| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us |
| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter |
| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up |
| Now, elevate my status to «Gucci bag us» |
| Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us |
| Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don’t matter |
| And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up |
| If you want to act up |
| If you want to act up |
| Come, act up |