Lyrics:
the scenics
Beat it. Staple cables to his temple so he always had an access to the files people send him
Venture to centers. Crop is filled with dropping flies
Yea
Let's just get this in one take bro this ain't shit
This ain't shit, you ain't shit either
With the misses low
All these ventures flipped around
Atlanta
Place order McMansion and two apple pies
I want the Porsche, a Bugatti design
Silicon Valley new venture is tits up
How do I crop your new bitch
Pressure, I get the most not the lesser
Triple my dough when I doubled my efforts
Yessir, money from four different ventures
But I'ma still open that door for
its arms
He drains the lifeblood
And crop withers and dies
Beasts of carrion, smell the meat
And circle close by, then venture near
He smiles
And the cream of the crop hip hop cause we be
Crackin' the whip on the poppin' be pimpin' the whole punk block
At the junk shop
Fellowship shop shape
ourselves
Represent the home team and you see this fire emblem wings of freedom
That's the dream. Reign supreme we the creme of the crop
They dictate to us
cornfields, chainsaw in hand
Our mission is simple, doom is at hand
We will fight them
A corpse in the crops - drowning in fire
Wicked pale skins – blackened by
ventures
Like upgrading to the Lincoln from the blue Sentra...
It's all favor for a favor, mind stay in tuned to the bank ledger
Later see me slide in
pen
Picked up penchant for venting my sentiment
In sentences thick with
Quick mix of horse shit and cryptic dictation
Patient lot
Rob crops of time like
pen
Picked up penchant for venting my sentiment
In sentences thick with
Quick mix of horse shit and cryptic dictation
Patient lot
Rob crops of time like
Sometimes we venture out to Tribeca, that’s where DeNiro stay
Checking real estate I wanna cop when my dinero straight
For now I’m making sure my brother
movements
The path your feet walk dictate your adventure
Seven ventures, even eight investments
To fail, to fail again, to taste and watch dreams die
it slip then
Another got arrested seven went pen a murder charge but it wasn't him
Like shit then
Plugs plugged the crop for cheap
How's the money
cut is genetic even when cool
I know that it show
Gotta building for my crops
So i see profit from growth
When i need more
Don't seem like i'm doing
a physical venture
Only as a hologram in digital lectures
But even when you hidden the reptilians catch ya
Pocket knife crafted with Damascus steel
Watch how
and grind my teeth
Hold my breath, with no release
Find no rest, and find no peace
Bury my mistakes with me
A crop yielded from bitter seeds
I'll cut
the ops
And then I venture to a land where I’m owning the crops
If you haven’t took notice I’ll forever prevail
I ain’t even at my best but I’m still doing
the venture
Of extending my potential
The pleasure of adding exponential
Value just to better the pressure
The cream of the crop
That I deliver from farm
around with my crop
If ya slip ya way to the bottom
Can ya ever climb ya way to the top
Prolly not
Cause this is a game
That really got love for no
Let's go
Well, it was me, oh, myself on a little adventure
And I went to the jungle on a business venture
And I went to the jungle, baby, but not
Discuss these crop ventures 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