BleekFuture - Higher Power lyrics

(Hook) 16 shots on a ngga pop² to the head why you dragging my feet though Higher power 6 demons on my heels & you making my feet slow Hot shot gangs in the ghetto always trigger² happy bt they copy my street flow It's gttng sour This rapgame got faker than s** with a dil*o** (Verse1) Grand Theft Automatic Click clack on a semi its fake but you ventilating I gt these haters in a stinky legging I don't dance but I'm making these moves lyk I'm cyber tracking Pop bottles up at Sunnypark They know coz of who we are Prolly what we does Cheap clothes but I'm dropping bars 10% talent 90% work not the fancy cars Why you back with those druglords Keep pushing might turn that one night into 5 shows You'll burn bridges if you like who*es What you spent most of your time with is what you die for They wanna fill my mind with these superstitions I jus turn away picture slow mo f** dying broke I want all the riches Even if its counting as the snowfalls Either you co operate or gone missing Body bags yea we bought more Spiritual weapons all in my possession Say you gorrit but aint nothing to show for it A BleekFuture z guaranteed for these nosy haters Yea I'm damn worthy six figures Good drank on these party wreckers Strip search each and every one fr more coke (Hook) 16 shots on a ngga pop² to the head why you dragging my feet though Higher power 6 demons on my heels & you making my feet slow Hot shot gangs in the ghetto always trigger² happy bt they copy my street flow It's gttng sour This rapgame got faker than s** with a dil*o (Verse2) Laughing hysterically you smoke gas Bars stonger than cells up in Alcatraz Speaking prophetically like Cortez Calcuting my long steps on an abacus Its what we does Open cast Got the spirit of a thousand rappers and holy friends Documentary get it on archives Its high time you owning up on your sorry mess Pilgrim journey to the temple Wanna make a prayer light a candle Debris you should know what it stand for 16 shots like I'm Rambo I done break doors opportunity This lit got me craving more adrenaline These broads ova me for my pedigree Bounce back if they eva leave I done make waves now I'm proud of it Every dream they selling is jus counterfeit Room full of dope Full of holes on the walls that's becoz they been tranna live in anarchy (Hook) 16 shots on a ngga pop² to the head why you dragging my feet though Higher power 6 demons on my heels & you making my feet slow Hot shot gangs in the ghetto always trigger² happy bt they copy my street flow It's gttng sour This rapgame got faker than s** with a dil*o