Intro
Hey
A thu jeta bohet najher mir
Ja gjith kena me hek
Qa thu bre djal
‘What the fuck you saying’
I show you!

Verse 1
If Sean lives the life he deserves, I’m here writing verse after verse
Tell him ain't shit bless, We live in the hood that's known is curst
Probably when he hears this, It's to late, I’m tired of take care
Thank me later, Cuz ain't nuttin been the same in my damn plate
Cuz I saw breddas like fam, Than they change faces
Acted strange n crooked, And disappear through spaces
Learnt these lessons, Learnt ain't nothing promised in life
Learnt one wrong step, You could end up losing your lights
That's how it is round here, Where Its cold round here
Heartless round here, Struggles round here
Shit, Taking a likkle trip to my zone, Chasing these bright lights fam
Find a way out show em, I make it one day out with my dams
So my bredda roll this blunt, Light it up, inhale, exhale, smoke out
This albanian kid doing something, Dash showed me the picture, zoomed out

Hook
Nigga when the sun goes up I cool out
Chilling under shade, all heat I rule out
I see my targets in close range, no shoot out
So tell me what entirety is stopping you now?
I gotta, get up go, touch road (x3)
This realest I'm taking it past the ceiling 

Verse 2
Okay I'm gonna set the setting, no story time
Just a reality check, I'm cashing out this this one time
I hope your brothers got your back when they step on the frontline
And they don't fall for them double Ds them fucking Dumb Dimes
Cus life is precious, full of distractions, a lack of an action
And now they hit up the Facebook without putting to practice
It's always haters that you're looking and trying to Satis-
Fy, they grab the bin before reading the package. This is the madness
Me and Gashi, say fuck the small---talk
Though we're moving like Hobbits taking down Mordor
Or Neo, breaking down more doors
You're the one you just gotta believe in your--core
We write hooks, the sound of an Ali right hook
This is inspiration for Parkinson's to write books
Feeling like employers on busy days, I might look
At your history cus I study game, like I should

Hook
Nigga when the sun goes up I cool out
Chilling under shade, all heat I rule out
I see my targets in close range, no shoot out
So tell me what entirety is stopping you now?
I gotta, get up go, touch road (x3)
This realest I'm taking it past the ceiling 

Verse 3
This is a soundtrack to ldn, The soundtrack too a better view
Too a hustler, too a soldier, Too a gunner, too a drug dealers view
while, Most of these fuck boys, Didn't expect us to make it out
They wanted us to fail, Throw us in the bin, and cut
Funny how shit changed, feel like Royce the 5'9
Had to take off my goggles,To see through their fucking minds
Off everybody, who didn't wanna work with me
Who said I suck, can't flow, Can't write, now look at me
Kept it trill, like k triggz told me, Also said make it reality
And Let these tricks live in fantasy, Their ain't done shit barely
Now I'm flying with aaliyahs wings, Up in my dark paradise
Cause I'm done playing around, Now I'm rolling the dice
getting the numbers I need, Learnt to play the game, triple H yo
This albanian kid doing something, Putting my peeps in the map bro, k triggz

Hook
Nigga when the sun goes up I cool out
Chilling under shade, all heat I rule out
I see my targets in close range, no shoot out
So tell me what entirety is stopping you now?
I gotta, get up go, touch road (x3)
This realest I'm taking it past the ceiling