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inertia - xavy rusan, franco east & fvntvnv lyrics

[intro: styles p]
(oh my god)
this be the ghosts
d*block

[verse 1: styles p]
gettin’ to the guap, snoopin’ on the raw, though
not runnin’ from the law, no
runnin’ from the law but you cross me
you won’t get f*cked like a p*rno
ammo with the switch, that is not my st**z
off the game but connected with n*ggas from [?]
if you dream of k!llin’ me, when you wake, you better scream
i’m sorry, ghosts, i take shrooms, like i’m mario
luigi, not in the car, i’m in the ‘rari, though
maybe the lambo, the porsche with the sicario
with some black gorilla n*ggas
but even all alone, i’m still with a k!ller, n*gga
but i ain’t tryna k!ll, i just want the bills and the check
i’m just tryna stretch, you just wanna flex
part malcolm, part diem, one third of the ello
[?] i keep it mellow but the spot marks x
i ain’t dead but i’m doin’ well, just for context, ghosts

[verse 2: franco east]
ayy, sh— look, ayy
brown boy kept the grain in the bas*m*nt, call it segregation
tryna keep up out the p*ss and tryna stop his constipation
been new, i was the sh*t since eyebrows were slit
and all my older cousins pick seeds out of they zips
thank god for legalizing
deaf to a gatekeeper soon as it let a real one in town, enterprising
but i can’t rid you drive it, know i can’t play adonis
you are not my mans if them boys won like a synthesizer
i don’t trip off things i can’t change
you psilocybin while the moves is silent, let them onto sirens, it advice ’em
you actin’ like that sza song, when the crowd don’t sing along, sh*t
it doesn’t mean that you follow it, still aced to the bone like crossroads
you in that house, i own that b*tch, a young grant cardone
goin’ postal in the post, i let you postpone
ironic how the glass shards throwin’ the most stones, i wish you would
[verse 3: xavy rusan]
i’m on the move like inertia
you know i’m what they sayin’ ’bout an object in motion
these n*ggas plottin’ and hoppin’ i can’t get down on a wishing star
i really wish a n*gga would
act like he don’t see me in the city eatin’, livin’ good
different city, different hood, still we play the same game
exit out the back while b*tches chantin’ out my stage name
hold my self accountable, i let you play the blame game
character development, i see you still the same lame
we been droppin’ pressure, even all my haters gotta love it
tryna get a minute from a mac’ll put you out of budget
not a stain on me, if i wore it, you ain’t gotta scrub it
shawty turn a head, she out here actin’ like we not in public
well, f*ck it, suck it, we be home in a minute
got my windows untinted, so you know who was in it
hotbox in thirty minutes, so you know how we scented
i give a f*ck about the timid, tell the lord to descend it
the more that we winnin’, the more that n*ggas saw that we did it
he swore he did digits, i was pretty sure that he didn’t
i told him, “you ain’t gotta lie to kick it”
i could dig it, tell the truth
i’ve been on my sh*t, come take a whiff and you could smell the proof, n*gga
(oh my god)

- xavy rusan franco east fvntvnv lyrics

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