Lyrics:
the vibe eh
Need to feel like i’m alive
Written by
Sean Johnson
had the drugs in
I still was plugged in
You stuck in the matrix
Practiced self-hatred
I tell my kids positive affirmations
Hoping they become
killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She
these bars, Wait
It's like I'm being pinned
By Dwayne Johnson
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Kels listen, if I say it, I meant it
Still a couple
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
must not be that much
We always got these sticks
So these switches just a plus
Before I cuss or fuss
I make a pussy bite the dust
Living in Chicago
We
Half drunk in Chicago, waiting for my train to come in
I must have missed it five times or more
I was lower than I ever been
I climbed the hill by
slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have
The people are softer than a fern
So it's time to bring them in for learnings
Emergency response all day
All day, get the clan and spray
Stuck in the mud,
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
the parkin lot pointin out the window
Stuck off indo bumpin my nigga see Bo
Bitches all in my business 'cause they think I move kilo's
I, call my
Who the mother shut yo mouth
Speaking
Its that dude with finesse keeping
Her legs leaking
Riding around in that pickup truck
Side hustle a must dude
Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me
Shoot my harmony joyride music down
Turn me away so I can't catch any Pace joy bus routes
Keep me stuck in
I'm catching flights, I'm stuck on go
Just left Chicago, hit New York then pass to bro
Throw the 3 up like I'm CP
Native baddie long hair her family in
and EJ Johnson
Combined into one guy getting tongue-tied
By a man screaming a battle cry
End his career like how cattle die
Inhumane, turn his ass into
out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin' knives which stay windy in Chicago
Spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters
a fraud
If it's up then it's stuck with the stars
Take a perc and I go up to Mars
In the trap with convertible cars
All the pain it had left me with scars
I
I get around like orbit
I got this all up in my veins, so fuck what you sayin
Your stuck in the same frame of mind, ain't no duckin my rain,
when it's
Yeah
We the motherfucking north
Nothing to something
Real Rap
Shout out the 2011 Chicago Bulls
Let's get it
Fuck these hoes
Didn't understand back in
say it with me
Build a legacy, oyoki Legacy?
Vaseline on my lips
Kissed by luck
Got stuck in a motion, put a dot
Where the was a comma, I got muck
I did
We tried to send em some help out by the water Im Phelps
Niggas is sad, stuck in the hood like a belt
Ain't got it on me, let's check my account They
in my hand
Smokin Gelato
I book a flight to Chicago to grab me another advance
My young ***** macho
He knock the meat off his taco for tryna play
to the DaBaby, cause we had to make sure that we had some “ish” with some bop in it. I’m just a typical 18 year old kid. Since we have been stuck in the house
Better know that I'm pressing it
Another year that I'm fucking stuck in Amerikkka
It's the golden state
Got 24k manacles
Shame on the daily
Trans fanatics
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