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Downtown Dion - Gmo Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Juanny, this some swaggy shit)
(It's Jefe, man)
Lucky (Uh, uh)

[Chorus]
Roll that GMO up, know I'm getting high
I gotta grind, can't let the day just pass me by
Try to forgive, but can't forget, they really tried
I gotta process all this shit, I need some time
I gotta process all this shit that's on my mind
You gotta keep up if you ain't tryna get left behind
You say you love me, then stop moving like you blind
I did too much shit on my own to compromise
Like I keep a knife on me, I'm quick to cut the ties
But niggas know it's different type of weapons when we slide
Niggas keep on talkin', we on different type of times
Take your bitch across thе ocean, we got differеnt type of vibes

[Verse]
Every time I drop a verse, it's starting to feel like it's the first
When it come to putting on the hood, feel like I'm first
First to get a deal, I'm the first to hit the charts
I'm the first one overseas, I'm the first to break they hearts
See them lookin' up to me, and I know I might seem far
And every time they get a little closer, it seem like I raise the bar
Out of space with it, you see me but never touch the star
And I always came with flame and he came with that little spark
Yeah, the spark when you started, now it's lookin' like it's garbage
Huh, you dig? I ain't never coolin' down, nigga, you dig?
Ain't no time for backin' down, niggas know who run the town
They talkin' 'bout follow rules, shoot a nigga out of bounds
Rob a nigga out of town, I don't follow rules, nigga
I don't got no big homie, I do what I do, nigga
Seen them tryna cross me, got me sittin' at the crossroads
Really on this mission with some killers and some lost souls
Tryna curve these whores, but just be runnin' into more hoes
Another lesson learnin', it come to love, I keep the door closed
[Chorus]
Roll that GMO up, know I'm getting high
I gotta grind, can't let the day just pass me by
Try to forgive, but can't forget, they really tried
I gotta process all this shit, I need some time
I gotta process all this shit that's on my mind
You gotta keep up if you ain't tryna get left behind
You say you love me, then stop moving like you blind
I did too much shit on my own to compromise
Like I keep a knife on me, I'm quick to cut the ties
But niggas know it's different type of weapons when we slide
Niggas keep on talkin', we on different type of times
Take your bitch across the ocean, we got different type of vibes