1. |
Just Standing There
02:56
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JUST STANDING THERE:
A lot of movement and cold sweats when I go rest
Night mares
My eyes ain’t closed yet
Visions and premonitions,
Mental prisons, conditions
Have your soul pressed
When guys stay, moving side ways
like you got no left
No trust, matter fact just as much as I’m gon’ thrust
I’m done crying over spilt milk... let it soak up
They bully but it ain’t bout the noogie
It’s how they choke us
They fully know it ain’t bout the hoody it’s how that bro looks
By
that bodega,
I was just standing there see
That camera clear
They ran up on me so I ran in fear
Feeling safe,
Until they... broke in my place
Go check their camera gear,
Face down, while my family & grandma there
It was by that bodega
I was no drug dealer
I was no thug with a
Gang and some guns with em
It’s just sometimes
To help the kids
I might try to sell some cigs
They got a hold on me
Then go on me and
Pressing on my ribs
Ni**a can’t you see I’m big
Please!
I can’t breath !
I can’t move !
I can’t see!
I can’t live!
It was by that bodega,
I was just standing there
See my hands is clear
I’m unarmed but that never mattered
Like black lives
Can’t see the loop unless your reflecting it’s like a black eye
Gon’ see the truth if you get the message don’t let it pass by
If that guy,
Just wants to drip, Then get him baptized
But making blue faces is how new blacks ride
Starting up business,
and making millions in hurry it got em’ worried
But that ain’t yo problem, go get your money
Cause’
It was by that
bodega,
The apartment was over it so I’m over it now hot pockets wasn’t just where the oven is,
We was growing with
Stolen whips
Now we own the sh*t
Went from broken smiles to diamonds scattered in them Golden tips
That bodega
Where I became a man
Refused
to wait and stand
Doing that hand to hand
Upgrade from bagging grams
To laundry bags
Took that made a bidness & create someone to call me dad
Never killed nobody yet they call me bad
I keep my,
Foot up on the gass
There’s no proof that this’ll last,
By that bodega... is where I met my future and my past
I take a poof and then I pass
It ain’t stupid if I ask
That bodega,
Could probably tell the future from your past
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2. |
RIP Rasheed
00:35
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3. |
Bodega Rap
02:53
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BODEGA RAP:
I’m on some
Florida coast
With important folks
Like imported coke
Looking
Fresh to the morbid joke
Know where my power ranges just sometimes I be morphing slow
But the more it glows
Y’all see I hold the bars like I’m storing soap
But I’ll never sink as if the faucets broke
May sink inside a foreign hoe
And tapping how we speak as if it’s Morris Code
And if the ratchet must occur
I'll make a rabbit from a bear
You see my past is all a blur
My backgrounds is like in portrait mode
They back down
When I’m back round
Like how a corset go
We carry heat
Incase of fire
Well then of course it’s smoke
Rose from the concrete, you where orchids grow
This dudes are only woman with an orchard throat
But I ain’t gone drag it nah
I see them flopping like they force the fall
Distracted in the tropics watching Argentina Vs Portugal
I need 1 mill
A day that’s Denzil Porters goal
So if you got a plan I am the pro to call
V2
They can’t get it like me and y’all could see that
Say they got the bag in the passenger maybe he crashed
I keep punnany around, that's if it's e class
Got the Joy stick that got the ladies over D pad
Quit playin games Quit faking shame and start making gains
Quit taken aim just to quit again and start saying names
Quit the involvement if you can't manage the problems and repercussions that follows
That couple dollars that come
with change
I'll done your reign as if the summer came
I see them walking in the runners lane
Catch me on the scooter
With the backpack and the back of that is either booty or shooter
Either I’m showing off or going off
Of The bars I’m legendary, already
Tony Hawk
With a skin that’s more lunar
I’m thinking more Mula
My more dula wish I thinked it more sooner
But it’s alright I gotta get it while a can tho
And b the one the B’S just want to sax on like they anglo
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4. |
Indi Air
02:35
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INDI AIR:
Before i brush my teeth you know i
gotta put one
Even after i eat you know i gotta put one
Before i hit the streets you know i gotta put one
After we hit the sheets girl we gotta put one
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one.
Indi Air Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
Indi Air,
Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
Im feeling real good tho
Zooted, to the moon is where I could go
Dropped outta school to make the books grow
(nah nah nah)
Dropped the top down to let the hood know
(Thats better)
Make your money now
For later days
Enjoy your night, and on the wake just grab a Gatorade
Hang over till u love drunk
Or until you love drunks
Keep your feet just like your head
Don’t crush on the love bugs
Said that I’m her pic that’s when I hit her with the thumbs up
The piece sign,
The east side,
The cheap smile
The guns up
No I’m not poser, not the one to model life like
I’ve been on the post, since everyone was tryna be like mike
Think your favorites growing till I show ya that he bite size
Fight or flight, homie lookin up like, I like skies
What?!!
Either we make it happen, or it doesn’t
Either we make connection or it’s fuzzy
Let that download
As we go
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one.
Indi Air Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta
put one
Im feeling real good tho
Zooted to the moon is where I could go
Dropped outta school to make the...
(Nah i said imma take that out)
Dropped the top down to let the hood know
In di clear
So Im in thee air
And this kind of crash you can’t simply flare
But I fly straight like I’m indi hair
And I only land for the gas, fix the gears
And I’m up again
They asking what's up with him
He smile a lot
Homie probably down on his luck again
Rabbits foot to step again
Might just need a leprechaun
If ones
already salty might as well put some peppers in
While most y'all are sleep cycle I'm pedaling
While most of y'all are sheep, I'm out here German Sheparding
Sitting at the top, steady burnin the medicine
I'm with the the new height and I ain't talking bout
measurements
I'm talking bout
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one.
Indi Air Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
One.
Indi Air Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta put one
Indi Air, Indi Air, Indi Air
I gotta
put one
Indi Air Indi Air Indi Air
I gotta put one
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5. |
The Keep Up
02:22
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THE KEEP UP:
Where's that pepto bismal
Cause haters always pull up when I’m eating
New money I be bawling like I’m teething
You crawling that’s your weakness
We keep them pieces running till the knee stiff
And my favorite presidents done met the reeper
I see you tryna keep up, that route working?
Oh how perfect, that spout splirting
Your mouth surface cause you clout thirsty
I win so much i could be cloud surfing
And if her mouth worth it, nah she ain’t a
groupie just a proud person
You see this investment
Returns clean, even my clothes rock im disinfecting
We burn trees that we hash down
And pass out like a pop quiz to a class clown
You missed a section
Now Pay attention
Queens sitting through bitter
Kings digging through litter
Bitches living through bitches
And niggas living through Liqour
Know that who you are to them
May not be who you are to me
I see it’s hard to balance being who you are and are to be
They just do it for the gram, they became what
y’all perceived
And your minds already trained, if there’s cameras y’all believe
Some gone do it for they gang to rep they block
They play spots
And get you for your chain like they Ray Kroc
They stay hot
Y’all still playing ball well I play stocks
Built a portfolio so my rainy days stops
Starting umbrellas with my conglomerates
Y’all work hard for them Prada kicks
Im bout to buy that building where yo mama lives.
While y’all was kicking rocks
I was on bitches blocks
Slinging cock
Waves spinning like it’s out that singing box
Yea
And porters far from a saint
But I’m done fucking with bitches that’s discouraging, that’s harder to think
I ain’t traumatized I’m drama tied
Jail time, them couple of baby mama guys
Not all could avoid it
Better yet not all could afford it
Not all could just alter their calling
And foil it
Assault on a fault that you failed
and you spoil it
It’s all just annoying
I’m brave and just faking the joyous
But I’m sinking guess my balls isnt boyant
I said im sinking guess my balls isnt boyant
But you know what
We dont float we fly
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6. |
Apparition
02:19
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APPARITION:
You were like a dream to me
The perfect persons what u seem to be
The kind with good views and come with scenery
But
That could back fire like dry wood
Some times shook
And only trust as far as my eyes could
But You seen pased that till I beat the feelings
You beating demons
You Sam and Dean'n
You super_natural and decent
With yo' mamas features
With a vibe that’s like an open freezer
You know which season The hottest one
I want summer you
But win_ter spring or fall back?
Weather
Or not to think bout all that
Put on my thinking cap and Ponder something
Cause the only time I’m grounded is when I’m on to something, feel me
I guess its feasible people do change like Seasons do
That x ray screen ain’t what I seen in you
Skeletons in your closet got your heart in your pocket bumping that Gangsta shit
Might as well have a pistol by your pancreas
But as the rain falls
The days dark
The waves get high
Illuminate stars
It feel like
the moon it ain’t too far away
I said it feels like the moon it aint too far away, Dont it
The Milky Way Just got this sour taste
Am I_ outa line or am I outa place
Am I_ outa time or am I outer space
Am I_ out her mind now that I’m out her space
Ok I feel this force
We on a collision coarse
Decisions yours
Be careful what you wishing for
I see your cup is running full try not to spill it all
Need so much space you see the moon and you don’t feel it’s far
I should have seen it in the smile
Demons
scheming on the prowl
Should have seen, when I’m in need that this being wouldn’t be round
Sometimes visions smeared
But it’s crystal clear that you
Disappeared
How this appeared,
I'de get through this air
Like a missile squared
Guided by your guidance just
to hit the mat and be a dud
Speeding a what the mind is, if it go off track it be In mud
Now I’m spinning out, tires thinning out, I ain’t Winning now
Hold up
What the fuck am I thinking bout...
You were just a dream to me
The perfect person what you
seem to be
The type with good views and come with scenery
You were just a dream to me
You ain’t disappear on my worst days
You were never there in the first place
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7. |
Out On A Limb
01:52
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OUT ON A LIMB:
F*ck That lets get back to the disrespectful shit
Your cup is running full, Libation then drank the rest of it
Seen him getting loud when the police was standing next to him
Now his drive more quite like how teslas get
You could bring your squad, we’ll end that march like where the winter went
Bullet eyes like cookie size, any time it Entenmanns
Money power respect, when its all about the benjamins
And now it run the ring as if it aint ready to wrestle yet
Even off the whim
I often win
That’s how I often think
I call my friends
We kick it with this awkward spin
On corners just to reach the goal
Ask for peace to each is own
I fucks with peace but need it whole
Plus the beast beneath the soul
It fiends to breach and cease control
I be the goat
If im a dick, im deep until I see’s the throat
Sex symbol, bitches look at me as if they reading scrolls
Next window, if you seen my views its like you seen a ghost
Pressed into feeling far from home that’s why you keep it close
They keep coming round dog
We’ll have to put them down dog
Hit their corner,
pull up n’ Spring like we was ground hogs
Been known we couldn’t be friends ni**a your pounds soft
With your little buzz as if your sound off
N**a WAH!?
Im king Midas ni**a
Income like a spider n**a
You couldn’t be where my carbon if you was fiber n**a
You aint the Sh*t you just a piece of one See em’ trying to go out on a limb until you see the jump
My N**a Wah?
Jump My N**a
Yea
Straight up 238 waddup!
Aye Aye!
Yea
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8. |
Only Me
01:40
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ONLY ME:
Got a big dog but keep my gun close
Around beef, I raise the steaks as if its
rump roast
How I’m raised it was done so
Smell the haze if you come close
The grabba change it to gun smoke
Sitting at the top like repunzel, I be long hair
Aww yea
Book savvy and street smarts
Pockets like my high school sweetheart
Shit fat now, that’s now
Never with sweet tarts, I’m not that nigga
If I get the kit_ kats be running out they snickers
My chicks apartment like
Vietnam
My dick bomb
Even stand up comedians wanta sitcom
Back on my dog shit
Getting bitches heated and ticked off
Even my miss
you’s more like I miss y’all
A trouble maker from humble makings
Nappy boi, hear like how crumble cake is
But I’m wearing it proud
They made me feel It was a curse
But not it feels like a crown
I been fly, been awhile since I been feeling the ground
I’m looking up like where my ceiling is now No limitation
Flattered by imatation
They be stealing it how?
Nigga its me & only me
Straight up
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