Lyrics:
my geneology
Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically
Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
by she said she seen me in the club
In the project x party where I ran into my plug
Think he tryna overdose he got three pills on his tongue
I just
on
Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
at that time my emotions are high
My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie
But if a body penetrated by a spiritual force
My character seems to stake a sector
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
with the treble force my bass in your face
Scratching beat matching mix my style with grace
Listen to the beats keep your ears to the ground
You're
leaking ceilings catching drippings with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"
In the mix with my realities and feelings
Living
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
see it in results
Making up for the past by accepting all my faults
I only let 'em see me win cause ion tell me bout my lost
Bitch I won't let them take
live my life as I want am
Jumping over the hurdles all by myself
I don't need no storms now (No be today)
E don tey wey yarnsh don dey dey for back (No
The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter (woah)
Once I'm in, then the game that I kick begin (where the party at?)
My nickname is ESPN
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right
Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My
make me see
Off in the club fucked up
And I got all of my bucks up
Twenty women at the bar right next to me
Every one of them just lucked up
positioning
Niggaz couldnt wait or take a brake
Check the rhythem then
Mad tight
Im not involved in the whack ass way
One hundred proof my screw loose
So what
the night
Let's light up the night
I've got it all in my pocket
And we gonna rock it
Let's light up the night
Let's light up the night
Baby it's
all of my plans come thru
And I leveled up bit by bit
Stayed out the way
Had to focus all on my moves
Had to learn how to stay out the mix
Niggas is
When I rock a light bling all my pinky gleam in the blue shit
Bitches lovin' the way we always pass through shit
The way we rep the gutter and bring you
see , dont give a fuck evidently , zippers all on the part of my jeans , like oh you the cleanest
I got a reason , I was so low way by the cement ,
goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I
Came up a long way from Slang in dem rocks
Twenty twos stuffed all the way Down in my sock
Everyday I was round the way servin dem Blocks
Had me in
question if you are legit
Fuck a mixtape this a hit tape
I don't see work them like a sick day
Everybody looking for the quick way
Keep my fam close like I'm
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