Lay Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Clip]
My life is like a movie, b*tch I’m starring 'till the day I die
Mind on my toolie so I always keep it by my side
Put to sleep, lullabies
Pull the trigger, shots fired
In the circle, got it too
f*ck around like Mr. [?]
Smoking on that sour while I’m drinking on this liquor
Got me zoning on my dreams, I’m trying to live a better picture
b*tch I’m talking 'bout my dreams
Ain’t talking 'bout just being rich
A b*tch corrupted by the evil
Hope my music reached the people
Regardless of my ambitions, I’m just living all-illegal
Moving like a crooked crow, fly-er than a seagull
Bezzles on the watch
Crown on thе Rollie, I ain’t f*cking with no Swatch
Don’t believе me? b*tch watch
My plan is to blow
Take over New York, then I’m going for the globe
Take over the world
I can do it on my own
Ay let’s f*ck a gang, b*tch I’m shooting for the dome
Get your ass gone

[Chorus: Mad Clip, Garf]
f*cking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherf*ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down (down)
Lay your ass down (yeah)
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down (uh huh)
[Chorus: Mad Clip, Garf]
f*cking with that glam, THC got me cautious (yeah, yo M.A.D.)
Motherf*ck around, aim that gun to your conscious ([?])
Lay your ass down (we’re here ni**a)
Lay your ass down (uh huh)
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down

[Verse 2: Garf]
Last to sleep
First up before the crack of dawn
Million-dollar dreams and dollar [?] before I’ll earn a hole
If every dollar got a [?] I'm dealing pounds of weight
Machine gang, I’m repping Queens 'till my dying day
That’s fast life, got to my destination
I’m on a paper trail, getting money is the motivation
I choose to stay nameless so the reaper can’t find me
And all my ni**as strapped, so watch your mouth when you come around me
My whole team, off the chain like Amistad
My block is hotter than a summer-run in winter-time
Sour in a dutchie got me higher than a spaceship
And nowadays everybody’s on their fake sh*t
The path to paradise got realized it's on the way to hell
Before I live broke, I’d rather [?] in a jail cell
I was pushed to hell and back, that’s the LeBron flow
Money eases the pain, so I'mma hustle ’til my time to go, ni**a
[Chorus: Mad Clip]
f*cking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherf*ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down

[Chorus: Mad Clip]
f*cking with that glam, THC got me cautious
Motherf*ck around, aim that gun to your conscious
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down
Lay your ass down