Lyrics:
lives, you could listen
Time travelling, by sampling voices with it
Skipping class fast, pen in hand leaving no margins
In the Rose Garden listening
Aye I
Whoa I
Aye I
I'm surrounded by ghosts
Moving through life without purpose (Aye!)
Sacrifice of happiness
For someone else's success
What
I bought me a leopard-print Jag cuz I fuck with exotics
Blue on my money like Sonic
Mixin' that gin with the tonic
Spit 'til I vomit, hot like
a thing
Nigga pay up
Niggas worse than bitches
You think they real it's just make-up
Fella wake up
Can I live was my hustlin' way to live
Niggas movin just
life can't pass us by no more.
[Krayzie:]
Even though the world shows no affection,
you gotta keep it movin, gotta keep on steppin.
The Man Upstairs is
and sleep
A thousand blossoms that ill burn for you tonight
A thousand blossoms if you come with me tonight
Tell my love ill wait for him
Down by the other
Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I
Yeah
As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib
Fell down and I bumped my head
Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head
I
(Years in the making, cheers to the faceless)
Don't beat yourself on "what ifs"
Live life for what is
Everyone has they purpose yea
Hard taught lessons
love poetry, but I'm not a fan of Gin
Studied Japanese, so I know how to say yen
I take religion quite seriously, it's no joke
Mamma told me to find
religion
I know I'm supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning
But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen
Dear Mr. Christian, I know
blessings by the plenty
Know I cannot complain, but gotta watch out cause I know they envy
Keep my name up in the mix, I keep it clean, they can't throw no
I peeped the realest, and was choosed
Had love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce
15 for a drop
An a dub, click, boxin' up trouble an the next nigga
top
I move like da cartel
Link up we aint talkin on cells
You know I get tha pack by tha mail
Fed Ex leave da pack by tha stairs
Know dis shit gettin
back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow behind.
It's a fucked up vehicle. Switchin' my lines.
Hotel asks a nigga: "Could I share my dimes".
And my girl just broke up now I can't get her back
Everyone says to move on from the past
But I live in a nightmare it might be the last
'Cause I might
enough
Paid this shit just gon' give up
Cause Campa just gon' live up
To everything that sucks to you
And that's never enough
Thought I'd be clever enough
How we come up
By pulling up
Promise we gon' live it up
This for my ballers world-wide, state
To state,
City
To city,
We on the rise
Turn my music high
And what, has to be done to tighten gaps
Between the world we live in at this moment and the one we’d like to have
If just, because these appetites amass
the city
Want to eat you up
G on you on the nightstand
By the heater bruh
Momma told you read a book
Word of god
Ain't nothing like it
It's gonna
help you
the front row
Raise your hands
Bounce, baby bounce
Keep movin' it
What's up girl
What's happenin'
On the way to my show
You could bring your friends
Can I see
Vlone and you’ll live long
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone, ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, Vlone
(Did it by myself)
Did it by myself, did it
right by the Code (Live it right)
Rock tha boat, row and row out in Hyogo
Move fastah than movin' slow
Taiichi Ohno tha flow
In Kyoto that's how it go
My
I can't free myself of the suspicion
For your motives on your mission
Some people live for the rules
I live for exceptions
Can't take part in
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