Selah The Corner - Weird lyrics

[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 d**h 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 pa** 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 pa** 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 pa** 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 pa** off Just stay clear of that launch pad when I blast off, blast off