I Think I Got It Bro lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, I got it

[Hook]
Like it or not b*tch I be killin’ the game
f*ck with me I’ll go insane
I’m like a plane
Take off I’m lifted I’m flying
I am the one to blame
Stay out my place
Can't tell whats real and whats fake
Maybe it’s right or it’s fake
I make the plays
Quaterback trick and I pass it your way
Now b*tch make the play

[Verse 1]
Murder this, murder that all in the sky
I don't go out I sit home and get high
Still on my feet, still f*ck the police
I’m doing me while I'm over the sea
Never gone fall and I’m never gone stumble
My thoughts be so heavy like pounds in a bundle
You n*ggas be hatin’ but keepin’ it under
Pull up to your place and I'm takin you under
[Bridge]
Two hundred grams
I got two hundred grams
I got too many grams

[Verse 3]
I won't ever stop
Headbang when the bass drop
Dreads got me looking like Scar
Extract a n*gga like he on WinRAR
Y’all are the keys I'm the damn spacebar
And I'm getting high while you at seminars
b*tch I’m on Mars
Blazin’ at the stars
Tryna get a mothaf*ckin’ ticket on this card
Now look where we are

[Verse 4]
Don’t notice my pain
Really just keepin’ it sane
Living my life in my lane
And if I changed hope you do too
And accept my new ways
Used to fish in a lake
Now I’m just ordering nun but gourmet
n*gga look how I played it
You feel like I’m breakin’ the pavement
Touring the world without a damn agent
Walking around, the wind is my fragrence
n*gga, look how we made
n*ggas thinking we made it
[Hook]
Like it or not b*tch I be killin’ the game
f*ck with me I’ll go insane
I’m like a plane
Take off I’m lifted I’m flying
I am the one to blame
Stay out my place
Can't tell whats real and whats fake
Maybe it’s right or it’s fake
I make the plays
Quaterback trick and I pass it your way
Now b*tch make the play