Lift Off by Graphene Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Graphene]
Lifting off I’m going higher and higher
Calling me on every beat this shit murder for hire
Saying mister mister remember to kill them softly
Climbing up this hill see demons can’t get em off me
Yelling Damn Homie
In high school you were the man homie
Coolest nigga in the room ain’t got no fans homie
But that shit temporary
I’m about my CREAM just like Ben and Jerry’s
If I get a mil, first trip is to the cemetery
Gabe Throwing B’s next to hustler in the dictionary
Yeah that’s a hood legend
This shit gospel have your hands in the air like a good question
Yeah all these hood lessons
Made a nigga who I am they turned out to be some good blessings
But yet a nigga still stressing
2020 feeling like '08 when it was recession
I been calling on God mixed with a little texting
Still protesting in streets over Oppression
And we still standing nigga
And yeah I’m standing here yeah I’m struggle’s living proof
That JT’s middle son done grown up to be the truth
And life don’t give a fuck about what niggas had to do
To get to where they at
Chips on my shoulder I got a few
They trying to knock them off
But relay shit I had to pop it off
Coming from the land where Coldwater meeting Saginaw
And niggas quick to judge just like Kavanaugh
They made a savage huh
For the spot I’m in I’m often congratulated
They saying I’m taking off all cause I graduated
And was trying to make the league I was overly dedicated
And when niggas see me they still approaching as if I made it in
Path ain’t end it just got complicated
Switching to another lane where niggas are concentrated
But I ain’t never worried y'all flows be confiscated
And half these rappers full of shit they constipated yeah
But that’s another matter for a different day
If words are like bullets then fuck it I had to let it spray
It helps to ease the pain
I’m just wondering if you feel the same
I’ve been wondering if you feel the same…
Lifting off I’m going higher and higher
Calling me on every beat this shit murder for hire
Saying mister mister remember to kill them softly
Climbing up this hill see demons can’t get em off me
Yelling Damn Homie
In high school you were the man homie
Coolest nigga in the room ain’t got no fans homie
But that shit temporary
I’m about my CREAM just like Ben and Jerry’s
If I get a mil, first trip is to the cemetery
Gabe Throwing B’s next to hustler in the dictionary
Yeah that’s a hood legend
This shit gospel have your hands in the air like a good question
Yeah all these hood lessons
Made a nigga who I am they turned out to be some good blessings
But yet a nigga still stressing
2020 feeling like '08 when it was recession
I been calling on God mixed with a little texting
Still protesting in streets over Oppression
And we still standing nigga
And yeah I’m standing here yeah I’m struggle’s living proof
That JT’s middle son done grown up to be the truth
And life don’t give a fuck about what niggas had to do
To get to where they at
Chips on my shoulder I got a few
They trying to knock them off
But relay shit I had to pop it off
Coming from the land where Coldwater meeting Saginaw
And niggas quick to judge just like Kavanaugh
They made a savage huh
For the spot I’m in I’m often congratulated
They saying I’m taking off all cause I graduated
And was trying to make the league I was overly dedicated
And when niggas see me they still approaching as if I made it in
Path ain’t end it just got complicated
Switching to another lane where niggas are concentrated
But I ain’t never worried y'all flows be confiscated
And half these rappers full of shit they constipated yeah
But that’s another matter for a different day
If words are like bullets then fuck it I had to let it spray
It helps to ease the pain
I’m just wondering if you feel the same
I’ve been wondering if you feel the same…