Lyrics:
while I worked for da perks
Keep clean while I do dirt
Sorta Like been in da office while I move merch
From dis day in dub why kid it’s my turn
niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we
on the chessboard
We are under mind control
We're retarded, haha
Dumbing us down don't even notice it
Subliminal sounds of brains washing
Stripped all our knowledge
niggas who rock vests
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we
up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate
teacher, I'ma preacher, I'ma free my kids
I'ma grow dem and show dem what a leader is
I'ma teach dem the laws of receive and give
Knowledge Reigns
on Water, 'cause the wings are some gas
Throw the Subi in sport mode and I'm dustin' yo ass
(And I'm dustin' yo ass)
Yeah it's gon' be alright
Little Bites
Look
I stood tall
My back against the wall
Win, lose, or draw
Ima go for it all
I just wanna ball
Dream chasing is my sport
Painting with blood
And for some, another way out, is music and sports
That's why I, keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot
That won the championship, with just oh on the clock
(Why?)
Why the water gotta be cold? Why all these little kids here? (Why?)
For the times we ran out of liquor, half my niggas spilled beer (Why?)
Why
the envelope and I still give that for the kids
Mind, soul and spirit
Concious because I'm near it
The whisper is the mirror to all my merit's
So fuck you if
As a yute did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was with a bad ting gaining knowledge
Tryna split that 'caine in half
Look, as a yute
stares
In a world of wrongness and
Fights for the strongest
What's the innocent to do when
The fight gets brought, kid?
No way you're that scared of my
out boy this a toxic zone ah
This that squid game y'all kids lame
Y'all never shooting this big brain, I'm
Killin' for sport
Ain't gonna find me to take
to the Lord almost every day
No moves to make just plans to plan
The law gets it twisted that's why no one understands
Feelings for my peeps, even though I'm
Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that)
You know that (you know I know that)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?)
I miss
logic 'til my brain's out of knowledge
The hate is beyond this, they skate on thin ice, at the tropics?
To be honest, I don't feel you not one bit
They
of proportion
Thats because am logan i was acting impulsive But now if its not for the sport i don't force it
The only time imma bring it in if its important
I do
wanting more
I'm a fat guy on a mini bike
Famished but I'm taking skinny bites
I'll cop a fitted never wear it
Cuz I'm tired of high hats
I'm a kid again
Some niggas wait on star alignment
I give up everything I own for perfect timing
They ill logic of no knowledge it dims the light thats shining
So do
for the rent and
Kids, so the profit is slow
And he wants to make his bankroll grow
Twenty three just sittin in the back seat
I can make the best
Soon as I see it, if I want it, I go cop it
(Skrr, skrr) i’m goin’ in, that’s forever
I ain’t stoppin’ (I ain’t stoppin’)
Young nigga trendin’
to the top
So we gon' take another route and simply creep right past the cops
And the haters man, they comin' for my spot
But we don't have to talk, come
want the fame
For my soul I would exchange
I'm being honest
No I cannot pay for college
Still got the knowledge
For the city I pay homage
Paying homage
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