Lyrics:
I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]
You are greeted by a civil servant
She is dressed in beads
She jots down your needs
And casually recedes
Look
Do not let them replace you
Silver light-beams stream down all around you
Do not let them take you away
They'll blast you with laser guns right in
here for, oh no
Two three four run up on me and shut the front door, like
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
Swore I'd never let you down
Heavy is
I have to hide away tread carefully down the landing down the hall
Open silently the back door for when you call
Speak in whispers pick up everything
Let me tell you bout a girl I know
She my woman and she lives next door
Every morning 'fore the sun comes up
She brings me coffee in an old tin
I drank all night
Grind all day
Rap hustling getting money either way
I live so good
Live like a star
Two or three G's spend it all at the bar
I done
get
They call me Syne on stage after I need a K (Syne in)
Cos I bring the shine that can't be stopped by all your shades (SyneShine)
And I'm on the rise
why you keep on asking family tree looking lavish
Household came with two parents
Most of my niggas Bambi
Know that I'm rarely landing
So break it down
Surrounded by fuckboys, I'm never alone, so irate in my mind state
Got a statement, you lay one of me, I lay a whole Statement
Beware lock your doors tuck
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
People say we live in a capitalist society and that capitalism has gone wrong
We don't live in a capitalist society, we live in a crony capitalist
Just vibe where you live and
Ride in the whip and
Fly with the kid bye-bye
3k sounds and the beat play out so
Everything goina be fine
Just vibe
self down
Sacrificing for the Brother
Iron sharpens iron
As Brother sharpens Brother
These be the days
Many fallin' away from the Way
Never wise in our
intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merill Lynch
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like Lanolakes
the world a couple times with the refugees
From the boot of Italy to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple times on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast
pots to piss in lots of wrong decisions you can hear the optimism if you stop and listen
The block we live in block the sun from giving vitamin d
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
none in your jeans
Genes?
Me? I got a tool chest I move Tecs grip the 4
Contemplate should I go fire escape or
Should I get the door
Power shutters out
of course
I'm open the doors, cause you pushed me to force
Love is a sport, the ball's in my court
I won't let you down anymore
gets cold
Blend in with the madness, love and the hate
I just try live my life to be one of the greats
You wanna fly or either fail but you never give up
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
children to live on
Wanna hurt and try to hate, 'cause she know the thrill is gone
Say man, I stopped smoking wit' haters back in ninety-four
But niggas
a fucking prick when it comes to bitches
I just want them to suck my dick when it itches
I keep at least two ounces down by my britches
Bitch wanted dope, but
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