[Intro: Ty Brasel]
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson, yeah
Give you that k** to your soul feel, oh
[Hook: Ty Brasel]
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah
[Verse 1: KB]
Yeah, AK second letter with my range though
Yeah, I feel fly as TSA in plane clothes
Itsy-bitsy rappers swear they kings though
Sun came out and dried up all they rain though
I SoundCloud hype
Streamin' a track and you can spot the fire emoji
Cause I'm livin' all I got
Boy, I'm really livin' more than sentimental
Put it in the middle of an instrumental
Every jot and tittle from my brother, pencil riddle
With the riddles of my Father's vision
Boy, I know you heard me go off
Sorry for all the hold up
In the lab now with COBRA
Tempo, tempo, tempo
Homie, that's my quota
The album comin' soon
Natalie, that's no lie
[Hook: Ty Brasel]
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give you that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give you that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
Yeah, I told you, come get your blessin', yeah
[Verse 2: Ty Brasel]
Puttin' in work, young T Chef up the stove though
I pull up in all black with the Rolls gold
Microphone loadin', weapon, spit a real rap
I just wrote this from the soul so I know you feel that
Put my life inside these bars, yeah
Metaphor or murder charge, uh
Metamorphosis, I still evolve
Write the sound to heaven, higher power
Light the valley, really I just hold the torch
I'm a freedom rider scream with peace up in the fire
I got angels all around me just to hold me down
Yeah, hold me down, yeah
I'm a young wavy Memphis, raisin' shawty level up
Yeah, shawty level up
I just came from Atlanta and I really need a break
But I get three more shows this month, yeah
[Hook: Ty Brasel]
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give you that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
I told you, come get your blessin', yeah, yeah
Smith & Wesson
Spit that Smith & Wesson
Give that k** to your soul, feel heaven
Soul food, come get your blessin'
I told you, come get your blessin', yeah
[Verse 3: KB]
Oh, we just strange, full of grace, all my gang
Oh, HGA to the grave that my faith, yeah
Jesus is allegiance here, won't pick apart a piece of this
The piece is His, when everybody wanna leave it here
We leanin' in, we eatin' here, that's it
We ain't great, but we ain't fake at all
Talkin' CHH to create faith in bars
Homie, we don't play like EA games
And we take aim to see they change to free they pain
We say "gang", but we don't stain the key to-
[Outro: KB]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Y'all gotta wait for the album man
I can't give it all here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get your tickets to the Tempo Tour
It's the last time we doin' this
Intimate, know what I mean?
Come hear what we workin' on