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I D R F W Y
02:10
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Wobblin' follow me down the yellow brick road
Real niggas dual-wield pistols
in a mission to divide the wise from individuals
who just get old, and just get told they're the shit
And then get surprised when they get folded
Cold-dead, no voice cuz they got no choice
Let me pick apart the brain
Movin' in silence so they don't know my name
So it gets violent and that's what I slang
Thuggery, drudgery, that's what I claim
Many G's under me, not from the fame
Alot of swag comes from me, it's all part of the game
Of life, strife, tight with the bitches
Triflent to the niggas, maybe to both
Unless they on the same tip
Same games and they want the same smoke
People wanna say what you should do
While they watchin' from the back seat
of you doin' pretty well off
Meanwhile they livin' hella-hella cheap
Efforts of a nigga bitch-made
We've been catchin' fades since the 5th grade
Yo epitaph made me laugh right when it came
It let me know I put the work in
Got the lemon squeeze and they thirstin'
Hit em in the back & they twerkin'
Independent contracts worth ten of em
Daily routines- plan em nigga
If they lazy, I don't understand em nigga
If the bitch is crazy then I might just
hit it & quit it & forget it cuz it's a random figure
that I might just like a little bit
with some nipples I'd like to fiddle with
After that I go for their friends & them
And they can fight for the right to tug on the dick
Like an automobile in manual drive
Otherwise known as a stick shift
They really wanna get with the guy
So they disguise themselves with lipstick
It's a plot filled with deception
that becomes another one of life's lessons
They rock hips for access to your pockets
and they want you to respect 'em
That's just crude, they would be rude like me
if they were in my shoes
There's always gonna be temptation
There will never not be a test of patience
Cuz they wanna ask all these questions
Some of em matter, most don't
Push it to the next one
More than I needed to speak I already spoke
(Uh)
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2. |
Fresh Start
02:29
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From 7 to 7, 100% of the time
I do everything that I gotta do to reach the summit or climb
my way up. I don't wake up thinkin' about a day other than the one I was blessed with
Gotta keep in touch with the ones I trust no less, no guessin
Fuck with me like I'm a plot to get you a pot to piss in (nigga)
Got a tree from planting seeds that came up missing (uh huh)
Sacrifice my time to get my shit in your system (bitch)
Sacrifice my pride to turn off your ill intentions (bitch)
Made this shit to say fuck your cynicism
That's my mission, out here pickin' brains, keepin mine
Honing the craft, wondering how long it'll last
I'm merely here to shine, listen (listen)
Sometimes life hit you with a drizzle (damn)
Sometimes the rain comes down
& if it doesn't stick around too long is it an issue?
Nah bitch. Take a tissue and wipe that shit off (wipe that shit off)
And either toss it in the trash, or pass it along
You never really know what's in store, or what's ahead
Every day is a chance to close the door and start fresh
[Fresh, yes, that's how we play it
We start new conversations everytime we fuckin' say it, so say it] x3
... Yes
No you vs. me, no me vs. you
It's 2 + 2 makes 4
We locked and loaded, unlocking the top of the charts that people adore
We findin' new ways to operate properly, divide labor and chores
We stoppin' the hate, but make no mistake, we all started from the floor
It's 2021 currently learning to be one with the Sun
There's other things worth rappin' about other than gang shit with the guns
I really wish niggas would hear me, I'm out here with my heart on my sleeve
I'm hoping we can all unify by collaborating our greed
I lost the battle of bein' a G cuz I just got too much love
I'm hoping we can all unify by just throwin' up that dub
I'm not a vibe, this ain't a jam, this is one man with a voice
I'm on my last leg but I'm standin' out & I'm stayin' fresh by choice
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[Ra Dragon]
Imagine Robert Baratheon rapping with immaculate passion,
standing in his snazziest jacket, a blasphemin' bastard,
Gallantly swaggering through your castle smelling like a tavern, emanating dastardly laughter
The happiest hazard with crapulous power,
rockin' a hat that's tilted so far to the left that it's practically backwards
You gasp in a panic- struggling to fathom this bag of shit that you're irrationally enamored with
Too steeped in sin to galivant with an evangelist
Sand on my lip, I just had to sniff the camel-fist
As if it was daffodil and it gets deeper than that
if you sit back and sip the chamomile or crack a beer
Nothin' but everlasting power, ain't no cowards here
So called warriors(worriers) got candid fear for such a cavalier
Ain't no iota of Vagisil if you ask whose near
Ain't no panties here- it ain't no paps to smear
Fuckin' up my karma because I forgot to call my mama back but to be honest I don't wanna
Sam's Sorrow in my prana til' I'm a goner
I will follow you like Akamaru and Nakamara
The cerebral spinal fluid is waning off of just 8 drinks, think I need me a 3 minute nap
Put some trees in a wrap, since I be's in the trap
With some A & D moisturizing my leaf-village tatt (eh)
My money laughin' and my son is handsome (ha)
My woman tatted and my other son is handsome
I'm such a wonderful grandson even your mama proud of me
But suckas gone stay mad at me and that's just how it has to be
Bees on me like I smell like plant nectar
But I only got some weapons and offensive hand gestures
These rounds ain't applause, bitch I'm clappin' at the transgressors
Fuck you and yo muthafuckin' ancestors, hoe
[Tea]
You want me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna
I wanna burn the city down, yeah
You told me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna
I wanna burn the city down, yeah
[Ra Dragon]
I told my nigga hit me with the tempo
So I could spit my shit then he can mix the instrumental
It's so ridiculous
I split the winnings with my kinfolk
Don't say 'I'm comin for next' to one of the best, cuz it's an insult
I'm lit, forget the pencil
The drums swing like Vince during recess
The truth is, you suck, you just say you taking deep breathes
Let me practice this up-right bass, cuz I ain't fretting nothin'
Aim straight, two under 2, I ain't scared of nothin'
The gun in the room, ah (ah)
Holdin' my son in the booth (ah)
Huntin' the truth, hoping that he could see me at 102 (ah)
And being in love isn't cool, it's what we accustomed to do (ah)
You ain't got nothin' to prove (ah)
Who give a fuck what they do? (ah)
They bummin' & slummin', they set it, they stuntin', they bluffin' & frontin' on you (ah)
It's just an illusion (what?)
I don't put trust in a human (what?)
No sudden movements (what?)
Don't give me another conclusion
Don't give me a knuckle contusion
I just ain't got nothing to do but I'm in the cut with indica
My chin is tucked, I'll slip your punch
But if you wiff or bluff your lips will bust
You can kiss the ring or kiss the glove (yeh)
I lit the blunt, it's big as fuck
I gotta hold it like a sippy cup
(shucks, look)
The bliss abundant, I'm toes down, I'm in a cult
Feeling like a power forward on his tippy toes
On point (haha) my nipples cold
I can't sink, this ain't a kitchen so it's swim or float, or get a boat
Cuz niggas got a bridge to mope then niggas get too spiritual
I filibust their mental notes, I grin and clutch my genitals
The words so moving, it's a kidnap
Big facts, your peeps is narrow minded like a synapse (ah)
That last dutchie painted pictures, call it Rembrandt
I'm pickin' Marshal Law, so you know you gettin' ti-dapped
The Dragon unleashed the phallus and he didn't miss
Hid the blammer in the closet like a Christmas gift
[Tea]
[You want me to chill the fuck out baby, but I don't wanna
I wanna burn the city down, yeah] x4
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4. |
Remember The Name
03:06
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Uh, yeah
Read the label, check the fact, what you dumpin' on?
Who could testify why we march while the son's at home
Squeeze the trigger, they'll be the only one listening
The truest of the truest keep the vision
The fission between nations is stationary knick-knacks
Whole lotta followin' behavior you should kick that
Bitches with no funds only know where they lips at
And all these 'nice guys' wanna know where they bitch at
The riff raff only know me as the hooded figure
I'm one for fun times and tongue twisters
Distinguished in the linguistics,
And distant in the sense that I fuck with none
Stir it up, pack it up and sell it
Live the life, walk the walk, talk but don't tell it
Keep shit flowing clean enough they don't smell
My foes are ill-equipped like they shootin' pellets
How much can one pray, how much can one give
Dudes need food, the diet is 'will I live?'
Out (of) the 90's the dynasty of Hip-Hop
Wanna say you're from the bottom- gotta acknowledge the tip-top
It's irresponsible to think of it the other way
These days a lot of niggas got shit flip-flopped
It's not about how much you got paid but rather
It's about how much you got played
& after the violence were you the last man standing
Holding the last bag that any man can bring
You got that fist in the sky, or did Uncle Sam sing
Did you meet your demise, or did you manage to sleep
Did you manage to survive, give a fuck what they think
And after all that time, did you learn a damn thing
By the way fuck you
We kickin' back in the cut, cold chillin'
War time level criminals mixed with civilians
In depth to the cultural perspective
Numb from gun wounds, emotionally reflective
Itchy trigger finger, another term for reflex
Watch your back, we in the land of snapped necks
Where it's illegal to cash in on a pass for cheap sex
While legit businesses wonder what will leak next
Anonymous assassins in the alley
Spanning from the lower borders up to the Northern factories
Summertime is time for the flat-line
The Sun goes up and the homicides climb the charts
Play it smart or get eaten by the sharks
In the scuffed world we're livin' in, you gotta have heart
Some born into this shit never make it out sane
So long as they can say 'remember the name'
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5. |
Subterfuge
03:12
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(Yo. Yeah you know what I'm sayin, they think they can be all cool & smooth & shit. They got the nice Rolex on, they chillin. Ain't nothin to worry about right? Ain't nothin to worry about... It's all good... but it ain't all good.)
On the wall is a wanted poster, posted up is a villain selling Vicodin next door
He's on his cellular phone, he's keeping tabs on the Glad bags in his store
Some of his victims face dismemberment, it's routine for he who cleans the bodies
Your life flashed before your eyes before he even pulled out the shotty
There was a meeting at 10 o'clock, on the dot
You gotta be there on time before they shake the spot and cops show up
Just a regular experience of how he grew up
In the dirt realm, in the moist region, in the blood filled blocks cuz it's damp like that
He's always watching his back, nothing could distract him like that
Untouchable or so he thinks
Cuz every time he blinks his eyes he sees his own demise, real talk
He's no longer walkin' the streets, his in his car with his whole fleet
Watching what he should have been watching,
and doing what he should have kept doing personally
Little did he know there was a rat among em and he kept summoning em and telling em things
He wasn't even a bad guy, he wanted to be fly and make sure his squad eats
He trusted his own too easily which displayed his weakness and led to his defeat
One of em was an undercover cop who brought an end to man they would say would never flop
He forgot the first lesson he learned- It's your own back that you gotta watch
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6. |
Yogurt
02:43
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(Who are you what is that--- *coughs*)
Implicative message representing what I'm all about
Subtly enough to touch minds in my spare time
I'll admit I've got an inner kid contrary to the old man who denies he stole land
I cut it up, stack it up and don't have to rush
Young lady you a dime a dozen, still I got a crush on you
I might not say that if we makin' first impressions
But it seems the goal is just to keep people guessing
'Who are you? What is that? How are you seeing through me?'
That's the point, you gotta prove you're worth a true me
What is a tomato that's been genetically bred?
It's the very thing you see today, it wasn't red before
Lookin' at the politics will have your head spinning
While I'd rather lay in bed & plan my own bread winning
I'm up for chicken dinner without the chicken
But you'd never know that without sitting and listening
[I am the very antithesis
I am the very antithesis
I am the very antithesis of what you see
Public eyes view what they choose to percieve] x2
Let's take a blast from the past that can clear my mind
I'm in the backseat driving what is clearly mine
Should I go outside? (It's a rainy day!)
But what about my friends? (I'm your friend, okay?)
(I'm the captain now, and I'm not gonna bother)
But if we don't get out much, we won't get any offers
(...So?) So... (So?) ...So what
(You ever sit and think maybe it was all a waste?)
Yeah, I think it's something we can all relate... to...
Shit, maybe I'm not so different from the rest of these kids
But I'm still an old man getting older by the day!
(You'll feel that way if that's what you say)
So I'm a young man, seeing as I've got a lot to learn
Which I'm not willing to admit publicly (That's pride)
(Look within yourself and you will find that it's true, you just don't want people to see that) That's why
What they don't know is better off for me, I'm a harder target to reach
(That's wise)
But it doesn't put me out there, unless I take risks
But that's life
[I am the very antithesis
I am the very antithesis
I am the very antithesis of what you see
Public eyes view what they choose to percieve] x2
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7. |
Dragon Round
03:04
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Here I am as I walk alone
Through the homeboy's crib also known as the foster home
I can handle my business just like the rest
Ain't like them other niggas, ice on they chest and shit
I got priorities, I hold seniority
I'm the big boss man, mothafucka toss cans as the top dog will ya?
Maybe I'm a big fish in a big pond
Maybe big ponds make the little ponds feel ya
Maybe I could go and make you catch feelings
Cuz the truth is you don't really know what you dealing with
Actually this is factual
You can't get back to what it was like before you opened pandoras box
You're damn near a politician, you can't go back to slanging rocks
4th wall breakin'
4th wall breakin'll make you have a conversation with yourself
Every day of the month, every month of the year
Every year of your life, you just waitin' to die
Numb to all the outside sources forcing you to choose a different path
Dave Chapelle said it's the last bastion of civil discord
After that it's just rattitat-tat
Look at that, a blast from the past impassioned
Ahead of his time when it comes to black activism
Niggas of mine in Vegas stand they ground, they already on that tip
I look out for my homies, I look out for myself
I look out for my family, I keep an eye on my health
I can't tell my friends what to do, I can make suggestions
It's really up to them to listen, that's just life's lessons
And dealing with em's just another way to say you ain't feeling the same way
You could feel your soul open up a portal to another realm where you're just like them
[4th wall breakin'
4th wall breakin'll make you have a conversation with yourself
Every day of the month, every month of the year
Every year of your life, you just waitin' to die] x4
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8. |
Purpose (ft. Ra Dragon)
03:42
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[What's the point? You didn't know?
We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code
And find there is no point, you gotta find one
Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2
[Tea]
Yo what's my purpose? What is purpose
and is it worth searching for?
Smoking gas gives me fuel, sure, but it ain't the surface
What's within the open door on the scene?
Figuring out some land to purchase
Let me see if the dream is worth it
I'm honestly done with it all, and got so far with it though
The local festival calls,
Admittedly got it within to form a click and test the rest of y'all
And that's legit,
I'm making bigger moves than proving I'm fly enough for your bitch
Ulterior motives behind the common face I see
Dip & dashing from the scene, and making em too, screw it
I do this shit until I die, and if the pie ain't mine
Shit, you better recognize
Regardless I'm the largest star in my mind
But I'm also the biggest target
Always on the lurk (yeah)
Furthest from the Earth (yeah)
Earnest work is a pleasure whatever the perks
Purpose is recognizing worth
[What's the point? You didn't know?
We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code
And find there is no point, you gotta find one
Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2
[Ra Dragon]
(Yeaow)
I'm over here trying to validate my purpose & shit
Sometimes it hurts to exist
But a curvy mid-drift gives me this urge to get bitches
I'm trying to learn to resist
But on a bad day the cock gets up as early as hens
So I stay nursed with a tit
Until I'm nourished & quenched
D-cups to hiccups just keep me burped til' I spit
I'm Hercules fist submerged beyond my limits
Breaching in the sea of salt seein' stars like Copernicus did (ah)
Levitate to the firmament and further this bliss
Worship the hips, the virgin epidermis is sensitive
Make the labia talk to me with a slur and lisp
Purring and hissing,
I'm afraid I might be hurting the kitten
Word to submission,
Shirtless & squirming & twitching
Immersed in this superb feelin, immersed in the superb feelin
Amazing graces make or shake like turbulent winds, then
Piades surfaced once I'm purged of my sins, then
My hankering switches quicker than Hermes can sprint
I started with the girthiest width
Now like a fisherman I'm yearning, eager to pull my worm from your lips
I'm not concerned so I no longer need your services miss
Now with a turnicate twisted I'm finished working the shift
It's such a burden I return when it starts hurtin' again
Now I'm headed to Hades furnace where I'll burn to crisp
What's the point? (Shit)
Adjourned and dismissed (eah)
[What's the point? You didn't know?
We figure shit out, that's how we crack the code
And find there is no point, you gotta find one
Searching for purpose to find that I am one] x2
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9. |
YEH
03:18
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Straight out the mothafuckin crevices, the jealousness is stifling
The bogeys at 1 o'clock are uncanny
Take a picture, get a good glance at it
The tendency for me is to shoot it, stab it
Grab it, throw it in the ocean if I haven't already
You understand me?
The neighborhood sounding like some Call of Duty shit
You in the dark alleys ways you got the tooley equipped
Legit, every day, every night,
Where we stay is a fight, but we stand our ground
Post-apocalyptic just a part of our existence
On par with the resistance that we formed long ago
The elders got the wisdom while the youth got precision
Insisting who should be lost and never be found
We get it how we live, out the mud, do what you gotta do
We shooting at your kids that's why the block
Got a lot of shoe laces placed high in the wires in the sky
No muthafuckas asking how, who, when or why
YEH
We be really out on the prowl
YEH
We the folks people say you should look out for
YEH
We the people you don't want in the crowd
YEH
In the streets from sun-up to sun-down
YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
(don't do nothin)
Wake up in the morning, see the Sun rise
Get a little glimmer of hope for tomorrow
That hope will keep you going for some time
Until you remember the sorrow
A nightmare that never ends no matter when you sleep
We're living it, it's indiscriminate
It's often glamorous but more often it's simply bittersweet
You wonder why they turned the other cheek
But I gotta keep my focus
I got a lot to win, but I got to lose
And the ability to choose, and that's not to be taken for granted
Few survive the hood, even less can understand it
Few survive the hood, even less can understand it
Fuck an understanding I'm a muthafuckin bandit
And I got my seeds planted in the ground, bitch
Fuck you mean 'survival', Ima strike you in your vitals
And I got no respect for a deceased rival or snitch
YEH
I'm always watching my back
YEH
Even when I'm out with my brothers
YEH
I'm always watching my back
YEH
I don't trust mothafuckas
YEH
We be really out on the prowl
YEH
We the folks people say you should look out for
YEH
We the people you don't want in the crowd
YEH
In the streets from sun-up to sun-down
YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
(Don't do nothin)
YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
YEH, (yeh) yeh-YEH
They act like they gone do something
But they don't do nothin
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10. |
How U Keep Me
03:50
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[Crunchy Black]
(Don't change up on me, I always tell the hoes that I fuck with right now, 'The way you got me is the way you gonna have to keep me'. If you don't do what you do from the beginning, that gone mean I'ma leave you alone. See I ain't the type of nigga to just get out here and just can't have nothin going on. I take what I want, you know what I'm saying? Don't get me wrong, I go try to get the best way I can but I will take what I want.)
[Tea]
Take what I want, no field trip slip
Niggas dissing and they got no will to flip
Them duckets in they back pockets so they blast off like rockets
The sparrow- you better watch it
Bitches chillin on the gang shit
But they ain't really bout that life unless they slang shit
Spinnin' rims, listen to my whims, I'm a made man
Have you on yo knees in a second, ain't no layman's terms
[How you got me is how you gone keep me
You keep playin them games and you got me on that cheap shit
Fuckin' with them broads and we out here with the crew
What the fuck you gone do? We here
Out here on some Blues Clues shit] x4
Smokin' good, we got pipes, we don't need woods
Swisher wraps are accepted up in any hood
Doin' more than we should, more than they said we could
Make us rap on the records cuz they Hollywood
Listerine clean, I'm up on the map
Bitches say that I look mean, what's wrong with that?
You know what you getting into, nothing for me falling back
Snitches getting stitches is another way to say a fallen-rat
Groceries, I buy em and sell em for twice the price
Lotion is a luxury lubricant and a spice
You take a look at me, I'm nothin' nice
Swan dive into misery and a vice
(and a vice)
[How you got me is how you gone keep me
You keep playin them games and you got me on that cheap shit
Fuckin' with them broads and we out here with the crew
What the fuck you gone do? We here
Out here on some Blues Clues shit] x4
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11. |
Wet Dolla Billz
02:34
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(Ugh. Ugh.)
Something that’s been on my mind
That I ain’t really vibin
Is how somebody’s gotta die
To have a moment of silence
Sometimes I really feel
I need to get my life back
Stabbed in the back enough times
To give the knife back
(Ugh)
Lookin for trouble is just a young thang
Motherfuckas get old and wonder what guns bring
Nothin
Got a heavy load on my shoulders
But ain’t nobody know this
Cuz it ain’t ever spoken
And it ain’t ever supposed to be
I make it look easy
Workin from the tip of the top
All the way to the bottom not the other way around
So there’s nothin below
That’s how you really know you’re down
And every word that I spoke
Is shit that’s really to be found
In the pages of my mothafuckin storybook nigga
True life
Fuck the fantasy bullshit
If it makes money
It’s romanticized real quick
Stupid
You losin it, you’re delusional
The need to make ends meet
Makes you do the cruel shit
That’s it
It’s nothing special
The shells hit the ground
Down where the body’s found next
And it’s something that’s supposed to get you some respect
But it’s more about the paychecks
It's more about the paychecks
I'm talkin' bout wet dollar bills
I got some pens in my pocket
And im finna be writing on topics
That you would find is a lot to simply digest
Flyin above the bullshit I don’t need a wingman
Talking about finesse something that the bling can’t
Summon for you, cuz you can’t come up on good taste
And if you think about it, it's just a slap in the face
Whose flossin, whose trippin, whose moving weight
Same niggas claiming fake shit moving outta the way
Cuz we about to spray, don’t give a fuck about ya chicken strips
Same victim different day that’s why they’re chicken shit
Welcome to my blocc we dont bust down
We bust back, every time they touch down
What’s that? Another nigga snoozin and losing
And they ain’t pullin much puss cuz the bitches is choosin
Ain’t nothing new to the game, another notch in my name
Another young generation hopin out with the flames
Sippin on heavy downers mixed with some energy drink
They don’t yield, they don’t blink, they don’t feel a thang
[unintelligible]
Fuck!
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12. |
Procreation
01:45
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Yo what's that? You got something to say?
I've been bombing on fools, bloods and crips since my hay-day
Welcome to the floor realm, it's the path
That you gotta take with a little bit of pizzazz
And your troop, you workin' 9 to 5 frequent
The pretense is I'm a juvenile delinquent
YEH
You know the hoes can't play me and the foes can't spray me
Unless they catch me on the weekends
Even then, I got that thang on me
Spending about a month on some rent control
From So-Cal, I know that slang homie
I got more homies round the block than you can name, so
Carefully I creep around the block
With my glock hot in my hand
And I sell the contrabands to your mans in the back alley
So he can smoke the good dope, California smoke bitch
What you know? Nothing
I'm fully erect, always into something
Like some pussy, or some lips
Double back and bring me back my chips
[I'm a goblin in the streets
You could never find me even though I'm beating my meat
You like my eyes, you think they're pretty
Your kids can have em too, with no reciept, uh-uh] x2
(oh my god your eyes are so prettyyy)
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13. |
The Blue Line
04:31
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(Yeh, yeh)
(Once upon a time, once upon a time)
(Once upon a time I took the blue line, yeh) x4
(Once upon a- once upon a time, once upon a time) x2
Once upon a time I took the blue line,
Travelling on Pico down the 7
Not really once upon a time, more like all my life
that's what it felt like until I got my own ride
Peep this, you could find me in the back
Wacked out from the shit I had to go through
Ain't really the type of shit that I could show you
Just know it did damage to the brain
Literally antique is me which you would know from
Me looking like an old man with a cloak on
Once again in the back, with one string attached
It's that I'm turnt up, so far gone
Waking up was a daily ritual
Rolling up spliffs for the day to go smoothly
Filling up the flask that I always had on me
With the Jacky-D, you could ask for a sip if you wish
And switch it up, take a bitch to the movie
Still take the blue line, you the one choosing
I'ma do my thang til' I can make it rain
I ain't got nothing to lose I got plenty to gain
And every day was the turn up
There wasn't any other way for me to learn some
And cuz the struggle was real, I had to pay some bills
I had to keep my spirits high to earn some
So I was
[Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin)
On the bus smokin through the top of the window
Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking)
Going home smoking that grass, the indo
and I'm sippin my flask] x2
[Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin)
On the bus smokin through the top of the window
Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking)
Going home smoking that grass, the indo]
Once upon a time I had the dreadlocks
And classrooms felt like another cellblock
But it was okay you see,
Because occasionally I'd go the other direction
Hanging with my niggas whether it was band practice or the skating rink
I'm chillin' and it's all good
It's like it didn't even matter I was in the wrong hood
But sometimes the shit can go down
I fucked up one time when I went downtown
Wearing nothing but a purple jumpsuit in the wrong place
Purp-up from the dirt up, locs on my face
Even in my homies own hood muthafuckas act weird
It ain't none of my business when they say
'We out here'
Cuz I'm not involved, I got a plot to ball
And I won't stop til' I got shots to call
I'm a cold muthafucka but I'm not your dog
I'm solid but life ain't optimal
I'm on a journey of my own, I'm not with ya'll
I don't need a squad to put me in a mirage
Where I'm doing better than I think- that's my job
Lemme roll up, lemme smoke up
Lemme toke up, everyday I was just
[Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin)
On the bus smokin through the top of the window
Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking)
Going home smoking that grass, the indo
and I'm sippin my flask]
[Wakin up (smokin), going to the stop (smokin)
On the bus smokin through the top of the window
Gettin' off (smokin), going to the spot (smoking)
Going home smoking that grass, the indo]
Fast forward some odd number of years
And you can see I'm doing better than my peers
No longer in the back streets, now I'm in the back streets
Dipping, bending corners, I can save that fee
That I used to have to shoot to make one trip
Now I'm spending that on gas for my own whip
Instead of turning up in order to push myself through it
Now I do it sometimes if I choose to do it
Now I can reminisce, now I will never miss a bill
I'm on top of my shit
This shit remind of a time I knew this one dude
Who said he couldn't go back, and it's true
I have become the old head that I used to listen to
Now I am just that dude
And things will never be the same
It makes me laugh, the way things change
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Stay Grinding
04:27
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[Don't lemme catch you off the grind
Keep up, shawty you're losing nothing but your time
Don't lemme catch you off the grind
Keep up, shawty losing nothing but your time] x8
Certified worldwide, who can tell me what to do?
I'm a human being in my genes(jeans) & my shoes
Feelin to let loose cruise missles out my window
When the wind blows, it's the thing to do
(Cuz if you wanna beat that system, you gotta get down with em
Carry on fresh and stretch it out if you wanna resist em)
Who can identify what I'm all about
From an angle of a star-spangled spout?
Although it's nonsense to me, I'm out here trying to eat
Which is no small feat
(Cuz if you wanna beat that system, you gotta get down with em
Carry on fresh and stretch it out if you wanna resist em)
'Listen, Ima have to run them pockets'
It's something that you hear a lot
We ain't got clear skies
We ain't got good spots
In the parking lot for your whip
You gotta earn that shit
You gotta get the chocolate chip in your cookie
Before you eat it, or leave it
[Don't lemme catch you off the grind
Keep up, shawty you're losing nothing but your time
Don't lemme catch you off the grind
Keep up, shawty losing nothing but your time] x8
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Tea_Scholar Los Angeles, California
West Coast Vocalist and Producer. Does a variety of genres, centralized around EDM or Hip-Hop. Also happens to stream on twitch under the same name, typically gaming but also occasionally showing the music making process on there. Has a preference & priority for making danceable music. ... more
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