Flee Lord, Grafh - No Emoji lyrics
[Flee Lord, Grafh - No Emoji lyrics]
Yeah it’s got that feel right here
Yo, Dolla’ what’s good, Lord?
Ya’ know I took a trip out to Cali
We had to build uh, go Lord
Went from 4th train summer rides
And long rains, money ties (salute)
Bonafide fortune
Now we eatin’ with the other side
More or less is gettin’ learned (uh huh)
Less weapons gettin’ turned (uh huh)
I’d rather have my opps
In the session, gettin’ burned (brrr-rrr-rrr)
Homies got the block ringin’
No we not gon’ stop bangin’ cops thinking
Lady out here sound just like my aunt singin’
(shut the fuck up)
Kick it with the Brody Crew life, no emoji
OGs playin cards, lil’ dice, blowin’ dopey
Sweatin’ off the Remy
One more cup and I’m toasted (yeah)
Spinnin’ of the drink
And I’m stuck off that smoke
The hood felt good
‘Cause we rep for the kids
Then we heard six shots (brrr-rrr-rrr)
And stepped in the Grand V (hey)
I’m just riding with my cold D
(with my cold D)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
I did that all by my lonely (by myself)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
This ain’t online (online)
This is all mine (all mine)
This is on sight (brrrr)
This is on time (brrr, brrr)
When I’m ridin’ with the homies
This is real life, no emojis (do, do, do)
It’s real life, no emojis
I call shots, and you call police
Ho, please, ironic how violence control peace
Call peep
Blow in and squeeze for the whole piece
Hold these nuts if you think
I’m sittin’ the nosebleeds (no)
I’m trappin’ for the front row seats
I heard somebody thought I got slain
Not sayin’ it’s Jerome’s niece
And she was on her way to Jones Beach
So fuck hearin’ a politician
Give a whole speech (shut up, uh)
We products of our environment
We ain’t got dreams of being firemen (naw)
We each other, ‘cause nobody’s hiring, dog
(uh)
Outta love, we got it outta the mud (uh huh)
It’s endo, seeds don’t come out of the bud
I shot over shit that I
Forgot about what it was (brrr)
Be what it is now, give a
Fuck about what it was, nigga (brrr) ay, ay
I’m just riding with my cold D
(with my cold D)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
I did that all by my lonely (by myself)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
This ain’t online (online)
This is all mine (all mine)
This is on sight (brrrr)
This is on time (brrr, brrr)
When I’m ridin’ with the homies
This is real life, no emojis (do, do, do)
Yo, Dolla’ what’s good, Lord?
Ya’ know I took a trip out to Cali
We had to build uh, go Lord
Went from 4th train summer rides
And long rains, money ties (salute)
Bonafide fortune
Now we eatin’ with the other side
More or less is gettin’ learned (uh huh)
Less weapons gettin’ turned (uh huh)
I’d rather have my opps
In the session, gettin’ burned (brrr-rrr-rrr)
Homies got the block ringin’
No we not gon’ stop bangin’ cops thinking
Lady out here sound just like my aunt singin’
(shut the fuck up)
Kick it with the Brody Crew life, no emoji
OGs playin cards, lil’ dice, blowin’ dopey
Sweatin’ off the Remy
One more cup and I’m toasted (yeah)
Spinnin’ of the drink
And I’m stuck off that smoke
The hood felt good
‘Cause we rep for the kids
Then we heard six shots (brrr-rrr-rrr)
And stepped in the Grand V (hey)
I’m just riding with my cold D
(with my cold D)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
I did that all by my lonely (by myself)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
This ain’t online (online)
This is all mine (all mine)
This is on sight (brrrr)
This is on time (brrr, brrr)
When I’m ridin’ with the homies
This is real life, no emojis (do, do, do)
It’s real life, no emojis
I call shots, and you call police
Ho, please, ironic how violence control peace
Call peep
Blow in and squeeze for the whole piece
Hold these nuts if you think
I’m sittin’ the nosebleeds (no)
I’m trappin’ for the front row seats
I heard somebody thought I got slain
Not sayin’ it’s Jerome’s niece
And she was on her way to Jones Beach
So fuck hearin’ a politician
Give a whole speech (shut up, uh)
We products of our environment
We ain’t got dreams of being firemen (naw)
We each other, ‘cause nobody’s hiring, dog
(uh)
Outta love, we got it outta the mud (uh huh)
It’s endo, seeds don’t come out of the bud
I shot over shit that I
Forgot about what it was (brrr)
Be what it is now, give a
Fuck about what it was, nigga (brrr) ay, ay
I’m just riding with my cold D
(with my cold D)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
I did that all by my lonely (by myself)
It’s real life, no emojis (no emojis)
This ain’t online (online)
This is all mine (all mine)
This is on sight (brrrr)
This is on time (brrr, brrr)
When I’m ridin’ with the homies
This is real life, no emojis (do, do, do)