Weird Lyrics & Chords By Selah The Corner

[Verse 1 - Selah The Corner]
Top life
When your verses and them hearses give red around like a stoplight
It's not life, top flight
A lot of noise and I can't hear if opportunity choose to knock light
And it's my fight and I breeze through it, you ain't never gotta dread locks
When your pop made you the keys to it, freeze through it, face to the ground
My knees to it, flock though, see my stock go, tellin' me I gotta
Climb with the rhyme but you never had to reach to the peek when you born at the top though
My life is my mic
My death is when none left and it's alright in that spotlight
That alcohol and that pot life, I try to forget that yacht life
But it's hard not to become a slave when you not white, real talk
And this here walk is a marathon but I pass off , I just wanna be the
First one in that soul plane and not last off, bump God on that
Block this my hustle gettin' my stash off, stay clear of that
Launch pad, gon' get hot when I blast off, blast off

[Hook - Selah The Corner]
Yeah it's weird, ye-ye-ye-ye-yeah it's weird
Gets lil' weird sometime, get-get-get's lil' weird sometime
Sometime, sometime, sometime, but we
Ride, we ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride, we ride, till we
Gon', we gon', we gon', we gon'
We gon', we gon', we gon', we gon'
Whaaaoooooooooo, third lane no gear shifts
We ridin' on that fast track now hear this
Whaaaoooooooooo, so fearless, take that shot don't pass off
So stay clear of that launch pad when I blast off, blast off

[Verse 2 - Selah The Corner]
Whole lotta talk and goin' back and forth about
Rap fame and that rap money that past year, fans talkin' 'bout
All the money that me and Tony made last year, set souls is my
Currency and then God got that cashier, so I'm handling
Big money I never owned cashier, trash here with that
Bread talk, y'all pump crap you rap plumbers
Y'all cover them black hummers, me and my team gettin' our dream
Handle my scene bar we like Humpty on that wall
Had the crate fall to make up for all of them whack summers
We-we-we-we-we in it no speed limit
Start waving that checkered flag when we win it
We riiiiddddde, like NASCAR when I pass on
My God word when that track pen and that pad call
Whaaaoooooooooo, third lane no gear shifts
We ridin' on that fast track now hear this
Whaaaoooooooooo, so fearless, take that shot don't pass off
Just stay clear of that launch pad when I blast off, blast off