EAST ON PLUTO

BeeLax and The Letter M


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Title EAST ON PLUTO
Artist BeeLax and The Letter M
Year 2023
Released 2023-04-26
BPM 130
Artist Followers 25,172
Hometown United States - Georgia - Atlanta
  • Composer

    Malik Allen

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I promise I'ma be okay
Everything comes with a price
Promise I'ma have my way
Promise I'ma have my
Promise I'ma have my way
We were never cut the same
I done walked a path less traveled
I came out that bitch unscathed
I done broke up out my shell
Flying like a bat
Out of hell, out a cave
This shit crack, freebase
Blunt to the face, it's laced (haaaa)
I ain't worried 'bout the fame
I just be letting this pain out

[Verse 1]
Hella bitches on my line
Playing therapist
Help me get shit off my mind
That shit therapeutic
Call 'em lessons, never L's
Young nigga undisputed
Everybody gang bang
Don't know who recruited
We done ran it up
Ran it back like Turbo
We done ran in and looted
Young niggas thuggin' outside
With their straps out
Please don't make 'em act foolish
They might spin the block like a Rubik's
We gon' get it poppin' like Freaknik
Wish my grandparents was alive
Just to see this
Blame it on God if he miss
Call it perfect timing
Young nigga been grinding
Catching red eyes
Red eyes under my eyelids
Pussy, money, weed on my mind
Think I love it here
Pull up in that Phantom
In that Ghost, look like they seen a deer
Can't let people get too close
Strange things revealed
Young nigga singing out his pain
Eastside Johnny Gill
From a boy to a man
Stood the rain for real
Had the world in his hands
Way before a deal (haaaa ahhhhh)

[Chorus]
I promise I'ma be okay
Everything comes with a price
Promise I'ma have my way
Promise I'ma have my
Promise I'ma have my way
We were never cut the same
I done walked a path less traveled
I came out that bitch unscathed
I done broke up out my shell
Flying like a bat
Out of hell, out a cave
This shit crack, freebase
Blunt to the face, it's laced (haaaa)
I ain't worried 'bout the fame
I just be letting this pain out

[Verse 2]
Leave it to God
Karma doing drive-bys
Leave it to God
I let Karma suit you
Issa whole war going on outside
You pickin' sides or you playin' neutral
Young niggas trappin'
They making church tithes
That's not their fault, it's just all they know
Remember that time I went down the road
Felt like that cop car had snatched my soul
I made it out, made it all worth it
Promise these risks that I take
To lift all burdens
Still keep my trust all in God
But my soul hurtin'
I lost a lot of loved ones
My heart still hurting
Just be more fuel to the fire
I'm still workin'
I might face all the smoke
We can match, let it burnnnn

[Chorus]
I promise I'ma be okay
Everything comes with a price
Promise I'ma have my way
Promise I'ma have my
Promise I'ma have my way
We were never cut the same
I done walked a path less traveled
I came out that bitch unscathed
I done broke up out my shell
Flying like a bat
Out of hell, out a cave
dis shit crack free base
blunt to the face it’s laced ( haaaa )
I ain’t worried bout the fame
I just be letting dis pain out

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