Producer Masharbash - Premonition lyrics

[Bridge: Yazoo] Why these demons want me gone? I've learned not to trust n***as I just might run in ya home Cuz I am not a f** n***a [Hook: Yazoo] Look at me America Look how Rob livin' This that God given Y'all so fraudulent All across the globe They start noddin' Now they all listening Now they all listening [Verse 1: Yazoo] Gratitude; please show it I put all these n***as on acting like they don't even know it Like what kinda weed you smoking n***a? Attitude; needs adjustment Better put some respect on it Hoes do it with no hands like a Tesla when they dancing I don't feel pressure homie 'Cause when I'm on stage, I headline like the front page Backstage with Beyonces, throwing money like we fundraising Your girl act like she at a gun range, models be swallowing giving out head shots She love a bald n***a with a beard, on pills Sound like will smith looking like Deadshot *Don't forget, we're the bad guys* Gotta bless em, gotta bless em Shaking hands like politicians You notleading, follow;listen Fathering my competition Sound official, signed initials Giving out autographs, tryna bring the summer back Listening to all my raps, sh** made Obama trap Naaaw I can't keep track of them all As soon as one leave, another comes, that's just how they are Dollars on dollars on dollars that I never needed to ball But now that I got it, the hardest part gotta be keeping it all I feel like a god [Bridge: Yazoo] Why these demons want me gone? I've learned not to trust n***as I just might run in ya home Cuz I am not a f** n***a [Hook 2: Yazoo] Look at us America Look how Squad livin' This that God given That f**ing nonsense All across the globe They start noddin Now they all listening Now they all listening [Verse 2 - El Kärnəl] Young n***a out supplying habits Young n***a 'bout getting cabbage Young n***a young n***a Boy a young n***a had to scoop a coupe Rolling 'round with Stōōp stay plotting on figures Teamed up with Gods Time to beat the odds We roll the dice We be throwing rods We the new squad Every interstate Hoes we penetrate Strapping up that's law Want me to be a team player But the coach played favorites Ain't hate the homies just authority in the matrix Now I'm in the workforce Don't want me to speak out Dress like these but I can't so I weed out Jumped on stage young n***a get paid Come back to splurge in they face Smile when they hate The pak know the aim Holes in my jeans but my dick in they face God I'm blessing God I'm blessing God I'm blessing [Bridge] Why these demons want me gone? I've learned not to trust n***as I just might run in ya home Cuz I am not a f** n***a [Hook 2: Yazoo] Look at us America Look how Squad livin' This that God given That f**ing nonsense All across the globe They start noddin Now they all listening Now they all listening [Verse 3 - Stōōp] Look at me America This how God living Ya girl love the rod in her Especially the raw feeling Man I'm so authentic Yo I wouldn't get involved with ya Got the pack keep the dogs with me One call and it's all ending It's going down no pun intended Like bud too lifted Stōōp highly gifted Probably skippin commas Nah I'm never missing dollars Y'all the ones they never callin' Man I wouldn't call it ballin' Dawg ya Spalding awful My new balance ain't ever falling New focus ain't never stalling The Dictator this Stōōp Stalin gotdamn [Bridge: Stōōp] Why these demons want me gone? I've learned not to trust n***as I just might run in ya home Cuz I am not a f** n***a [Hook 2: Yazoo] Look at us America Look how Squad livin' This that God given That f**ing nonsense All across the globe They start noddin Now they all listening Now they all listening [Verse 4: Yazoo] The name Yazoo, Karnel with the tool Pa** it to Stoop,keep the flask by the loot No a**, she can shoo, when I pa** you can shoot Don't brag if you new, body bag in the booth Yo, betta listen I'm ripping so when it's comes to the b**hes Make 'em cum with the dick in, never fumble the kitten They keep a gun with clip in, so if you lunge you will get it We counting hundreds of digits from coming up from the system A-Ron and Mel gotta hit me the vinyl Nate taught me everything I know Eli got reeves like f**ing Keanu Got mo keys than a f**ing piano Preached since the ville ain't made songs since Breaking down bars with Antonio the Prince All I do is hits, never will I miss Enough fun sh**, it's time for a trip...