Bonkers (Lights Out) (feat. Parris Chariz) - Shiwan

Lately, I been praying, bow my head I just lost my mans, Lately, I been lone, stuck at home going through my phone, Lately I've been feeling like a wreck Missing on my ex I been thanking God For the strength Not to send a text Lately, I been rolling through my ends Yeah, yeah, yeah Lately, I been needing all my friends (yeah) Lately, I been on the edge Lately, I been thinking 'bout my block Ain't getting paper I just Made the static shock Lately, I been calling on my friends Holding up they end Lately, I been making water bend I just set a trend Don't you come to me with That How you been talk Don't you come to me with that I'm yo friend Talk We done seen a lot of faces yours look Unfamiliar It's just me and all my wavers Look like la Familia ( Yuh) up in the mitten is dangerous You prolly can't hang with us You Put the heart of the streets in a lamest song I got my angles up Mixing downtown at the Yeti They gotta pay for wave Moving uptown, Off the couch Ain't no more layaways Slide right up to Denver, Mix with Martyr Preying on your daughter I was just a youngin off the Corner Leather Pelle on me Ty just hit my line and told me stay up Keep them scriptures on me Top off all my Nights with the prayers It's been more to life cause Lately, I been praying, bow my head I just lost my mans Lately, I been lone, stuck at home Going through my phone Lately, I've been feeling like a wreck Missing on my ex I been thanking God For the strength Not to send a text Lately, I been rolling through my ends Yeah, yeah, yeah Lately, I been needing all my friends (yeah) Lately, I been on the edge I done been through heartbreak Mind racing like a car chase Life ain't easy, make my head ache How much can my heart take? ( Lemme talk) But still been the smoothest rapper and dream seller The Rap game changing rockstars Let lean kill em I been rocking Town like Teen spirit How he keep them Heaven melodies But got mean lyrics Issa Spirit in me that's bagging up Verses over why it's adding up I done Had it all like samplers and They been talking crazy, Can't handle us And I just keep my face out the Camera Cause I been searching for the wave like Lately, I been praying, bow my head I just lost my mans Lately, I been lone, stuck at home Going through my phone Lately, I've been feeling like a wreck Missing on my ex I been thanking God For the strength Not to send a text Lately, I been rolling through my ends Yeah, yeah, yeah Lately, I been needing all my friends (yeah) Lately, I been on the edge Lately, I been thinking 'bout my block Lately, I just keep away from opps Lately, I been calling on my friends Holding they up the end

Hit it! Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah-ah Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Got me out feelin' tied up Comin' out my soul with the drama Aiming for the ring like the Finals See 'em try to ball with the balance I cannot believe this came in now, they don't know what's up I've been up 'til six A.M. on the Breakfast Club Power on that 105, we ain't worry Yeah, on early thirties I've been waitin' in the sideline, took the ball read I've been callin' on Jesus, I need mercy I need a piece of mind for this crazy time Lately, I've been on Jeremiah 29 I've been feelin' like Jordan Zoom, zoom, and I'm feelin' so exhausted, yeah, yeah Switch up, I'm in and out, this around Facilitating on the fly Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Yeah, all these L's gon' make me strap up I gotta walk can't do no backups The P for Pharoh you get wrapped up I'm not your man I'm a master Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off Couldn't get to P now she pissed off Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off I took the beat and it's a kickoff I just do me, I can't do scripts dawg I whip up workin' 'til my wrist log Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist dawg Ain't got a ring so they don't miss y'all The game cold, six in the morning it rain, snow I'm flame throwin', They cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin' I am not lion, the mane glowin', they know it's real I cannot ball with a lame growin', we know the field Came from the lowest land, we know the kill But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay Ayy, it's 45, ain't need a deal Yeah, big rings my God is real Oh Lord (Tommy) A mí me dicen N-45 Cuídate que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra) Chamaco ¿Dices que tú ere' calle? Pero no lo invente', si no tienes marbete ¿Quién tiene más flow que yo? ¿Quién dice "No"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh) Quién tiene el piquete y el ambian? Un angelito, pero no se le olvidó el flow (Prrr-ra) Así que síguele, sigue no pares Sigue sucio en el Lamper (Yeah) Escondi'os están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh) Yo le dije que soy bravo, ella me dice Alexander (Yah) Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance Flaco en Miami como el Peter "La Anguila" (Uh-wuh) ¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en fila Tanta' bendicione', estoy peleando la mía Sepa que to' me vino de la nada y está matando la liga Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the drama Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Got me with the deals and the dollars I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah Brodie execute homie Tommy con GAWVI El Chariz Una preguntota ¿Ustede' se creen perfecto'? Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la Primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá?, jaja Somo' "Lo' Heathens", jajajaja

Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Feel like Jose Ridin wit this fo way Nigga i aint want cha bitch No way I'm sipping on red I'm sipping on yellow My shooters Get green lights Ok I'm shooting like Zach When I get the pack Nigga you know I keep 4k I fuck up that sack I get it right back Pockets grow back like rogaine I'm In the mall crashing Bitch tryna spend all her taxes Lean got me slow So im lagging Catch you Aint giving no passes Lil bitch Tryna nag me Want me to buy Titties and asses Oh think I'm one of them rappers Bitch i still got 2 trappers Bitch I pull up in raptors Bitch F150s and magnums My niggas get sr8ts And re tagg em We just keep going They flag us I fuck with Finessing lil bastard Just tryna Collect like the pastor Remember them days I aint have work I had to sell a geek plaster Tryna get parts Like im Napa We cooking fishscale Aint no macrol Phones throwaway Case they tap em Send a sell And I crack em Thirty eight five When I pack em Dont wanna pay it We crash em See detectectives roll pass us But they dont know Where we stash em Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters Dis drip got me draped In thousand dollars garments I be Shannon sharpe bitch Step right over a hoe Like a spill on carpet I'm heartless These niggas all Cap Large Print Hunnids wit da large print I mean the large Ben I be stackin dead men I'm a mortician Niggas say they getting to it Iont see it Got me squinting Like I got poor vision I'm your bitch future Nigga Your Pippen Who am I To try to stop her She belong to the streets Eat dis dick Like a fuckin whopper I'm in love wit her cheeks I need Help Icebox Where my heart use to be I pray it never melt Look at these niggas Like Gronk How they running wit twelve Blew thru that Lil trump twelve Got my bitch Thumbing thru it Til she break her nails Peep the paper trail Ridin fo way in the center console Console Police jump behind me Hear this monster Monster Fucked up my sack I'm goin bonkers Bonkers They wanna rob us So we keep dem choppas Choppas I got too much drip I'm coming proper Proper Yo bitch all on me Ima Knock her Knock her Who am I To try to stop her Stop her She tryna spin the kid Like Helicopters Helicopters