Priceless - Desean

Yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it

Half will love when they hear it

Half will hate 'cause they fear it

Location;

on top, y’all ain’t even near it

Fade away, you can’t step to me

9 to 5 ain’t meant for me

Your opinion means not at all

Zero cares, no stress in me

Dealing with doubt in the back of my head

No, I ain’t sleeping at all

Probably the reason my eyes looking red

No no no, smoking involved

But it’s all good

Yeah it’s all great

Buzzing now, all my exes getting irate

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it

Yeah, she want to see how I do record

I’m not the nigga that you ignore

I’m with the people that I do this for

I’m on a job while you’re truly bored

Look on my dresser and see your mixtape it’s a lullaby it made me truly snore

Everyone focus on me like a camera because my life is like a movie score

I was lost in my mind on the doobie shore

I took a couple of falls

I have no one to call

Now I’m stunting on ya’ll

You on your wave and I’m feeling like Jaws

You got a problem, just give me a call

Niggas be sad for tweeting me

While I’m out on the weekend

Blowing that reefer

The God of nigga is tweaking

Also to keep my brain out of the deep end

I ain’t been sleeping

What’s the point 'cause I wake up and live what I’m dreaming

She call my name like it’s Jesus

You can just give me a beat and I’ll kill it

I’m always speaking that ill spit

Fuck all 'em dodgers, I’m still sick

Now you haters gotta deal bitch

Real shit

Yeah, shouts out to my niggas

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it

Tell me where the check that’ll ease my stress

That’ll make me whole

Tell them I be from the land where the aces stand and the base is sold

Gimme the pay in full

Hip hop head with a faceless skull

On College Ave

Was a raging bull

Chasing Daisy I’ll take the toll

This was never supposed to happen

Nah, nah

OG’s rolling and told me to stick to rapping

Aye, aye

Now I’m in the middle of it all

Bet I wreck it

The record’ll be corrected when I show them how misfit get this tall living in

big city where scene so small

Aye

Half asleep I’m throwing cigarette ashes again

Been out my mind and going crazy rolling backwards again

Having terror dreams of heroin taking over my brother’s mind been riding slow

My mind is fine

So save it for another time

I’m fine

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah

We got it, yeah