Lit Like A Video

Lyrics

[Pre hook] I got my eyes to the sky, I'm praying to the savior They been dying for the sauce, I thank him for the favor When the times get hard, escape them with the paper When the times get hard, escape them with the paper [Hook] You know what he saw? (what he saw, nigga?) Seashells at the seashore, wait (word?) Hold on, man I think I seen whores yo (what else?) What's that? Bro I think I see more, hey (this shit lit, nigga) The shit lit like the videos (bitches) Shit lit like the videos (more bitches) We in VIP with the pretty, whoa, hey (extra bitches) The shit lit like the videos (this shit lit, nigga) [Verse 1] Batman of this rap scam, they flash cams Watch the women & wonder which one I smash, damn I tried to leave a Louis lane for you bustas But you just didn't do this no justice this just in Big Dyme-A's back, sounding like the albums crack Shit ain't even drop I need a platinum plaque Saw shorty ass and caught an asthma attack When them shots buck duck down for your crown get tapped Woah Lane switchin', what kinda shit he on Been abroad, I kicked my year off with a thicker jawn Niggas pawns, I'm spittin' better and doing iller songs Tell Flex, fuck these niggas I need a bigger bomb This Sadyme-A-Duzin, Smoke Laden, Barack O-Dyme-A Pass that potent, pop that bottle Pour it for a pop bitch too, I'm not that shallow But when we leave, her, not you. I need a model [Pre hook] Got my eyes to the sky, I'm praying to the savior They been dying for the sauce, I thank him for the favor When the times get hard, escape them with the paper When the times get hard, escape them with the paper [Hook] You know what he saw? (what he saw, nigga?) Seashells at the seashore, wait (word?) Hold on, man I think I seen whores yo (what else?) What's that? Bro I think I see more, hey (this shit lit, nigga) The shit lit like the videos (bitches) Shit lit like the videos (more bitches) We in VIP with the pretty, whoa, hey (extra bitches) The shit lit like the videos (this shit lit, nigga) [Verse 2] Amongst the snakes and the vultures, dealing turnt users I'm just prayin' that they all overdose to take over, never Toast with enemies I'd rather stay sober Dealin' with the game, know you bound to change Chains & designer things, lights make the life seem closer That ting out ya range less you tryna Range Rover Niggas goin broke tryna keep up with them folks Twirlin' in whirlwinds, wifing up thots, leaving girlfriends Bags & purses, racks on plastic surgeons Trashed and earlin', Gram goddess trash in person I ain't sittin' here and actin like my past is perfect I'm just hate a nigga had to be the last to learn it, the fuck [Hook] You know what he saw? (what he saw, nigga?) Seashells at the seashore, wait (word?) Hold on, man I think I seen whores yo (what else?) What's that? Bro I think I see more, hey (this shit lit, nigga) The shit lit like the videos (bitches) Shit lit like the videos (more bitches) We in VIP with the pretty, whoa, hey (extra bitches) The shit lit like the videos (this shit lit, nigga) [Outro] You're gonna change the game However as long as you go along with what's popular Your never gonna be succeed at what you're doing You gotta change the whole game and you can do it