Relapse (Gift Raps)
Taco Ve'l
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
""N***a it's a Taco, Taco's always been my fav, the f**k?"" Sit back and listen to a nigga spit crack, See this that shit that, make a mutha f***a Relapse The flow is Gift Wrapped and nestled under a tree Like only once a year you'll find someone that's colder than me Givin' a glimpse into the world that I'm in Begin my mornings with a prayer, end my nights with Amen. Still I sin, up again, questioning all of my wins Like, ""Why ain't these blessings getting handed to my kin in the pen?' (Think again) Switch my thoughts up, I had to give them thots up And focus on the green just like the tea that's up in Starbucks I'm not the same ol' me that used to fiend for ho's to call up I got a mini me, so ain't no need to say ""I Love Ya"" And checkin' my mentions, that ain't apart of my mission I'm in the kitchen cookin', itchin' for a star to diminish Hope y'all listened, To every sentence like a witness that's snitchin' Ain't no liftin', it's God Given Boobie Miles with the pivot, shit, I'm Gifted And if the younger me could see me now, What would I think? Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud, Will I succeed? Stop Jokin' you not potent, you not Hova Got no passion, ya knees rattling, you lack composure You crossin' over into a genre, you hardly H.E.R. Thinkin you hot but, you really Pop not talkin soda Feel the top is gettin' closer, won't stop and I'll never slow up Got my dawgs by my side like a holster And they all down to ride I'm a chauffeur I ain't gotta send shots, I'm a caller Steady lyin' to these thots, ""Ima Call Ya"" Really got numbers blocked by tomorrow While they ask for some guap they can borrow Please, swear I do this s**t with ease And competition I don't see, 'cause I get love in these streets Aye, No C (cap), it's plain to see that we all got that Heat Ready to fire at any city really thinkin' shit sweet Stop & Think, if Malcolm X had partnered with Martin King Would they be better off or still ended up under them sheets? Six feet deep, maybe the latter but really all that matters Is we gotta choice to stick together, rise just like ladder So f**k it, n***a let's get this dough, could call it batter Tell them ho's that we in the studio, gon' call em after I get done spittin' this Un-Holy Flow, call that a Rapture Still givin' n****s that pure Holy Ghost, don't call me Casper I mean, I'm kinda friendly. But please do not offend me, 'cause my family carry big arms, longer than Marcus Camby's Might snap & straight forget, been mixin' Liq up with the Xannnys. Try to tell them put em down when I'm around but, They don't hear me, Nah And if the younger me could see me now, What would I think? Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud, Will I succeed? And if the younger me could see me now, What would I think? Swear I'm just tryna make my Momma proud, Will I succeed?
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: DONNIE DONTAE WINSTON
Lyrics © DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Relapse (Gift Raps) Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 8 Jun 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/2857776/Taco+Ve%27l/Relapse+%28Gift+Raps%29>.
Discuss the Relapse (Gift Raps) Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In