Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Its like i never left
I'm back from the dead
Yo what's happening
Was gone for a minute
Now i'm moving through manhattan
Im back for
ships passin
Rappin, no actual action
Now here she was live, all the way from back home
Bodily counterpart to the voice over the phone
I spoke to for
Joanlee - "C'est La Vie"
Written by: Joanlee
VERSE 1:
C'est La Vie...
Make sure everything flow with the fit
Spark a sliff & Jason Markk the kicks
Kegel & Greg, we put this record into motion
Explosion of ideas all over the page
Going independent, ain’t selling our souls to be paid
I don’t need
in our dreams
We are generally not conscious of the myriad elements of any of our percescapes
For instance, we need not be conscious of all
lay down
You’ve got me sleeping
Got me sleeping better now
I stayed too long in that moonlight
Now all I think that I need is a little Starshine
To get
Manhattan
From the beginning of the year to the end like a Capricorn Imma get this money sending package out like Amazon They told me run it up and I thought
Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened
Yeah he killed Tyrone
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose
and a coffee
Posted in Manhattan throwing supermodels off me
They sick of all the flexing, they say they want the old me
This don't get old that fast and I
Know I stay with some Nugs, rollin' Doobies in the cut
I just put one out, I'm 'bout to light another one up
I be smokin' all the time, you movin'
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
bright but I'm past that shit
Omnipresent, call a doctor, Manhattan is
Calling my name, I need change, I heard voices, got famous
My stylist dressed me in
first step,
I made it out i'm bringin' mad joy,
The doctor looked and said he's gonna be Bad Boy!
I remember back in time,
Before all the homies
Manhattan
So hold the Latin Quarter, behold the prophecy
I'm levitatin on water, demonstratin somethin properly
The A to the be , there can only be one
y'all gonna murk me, (haha) cause here I come,
y'all need a fucking army to murk me (we'll stand over you niggas)
and I ain't stopping nigga- ain't no
became resistant
I don't need your assistance, you're putting up a fake image
Who you tryna impress, all of those fake ass bitches
You're no better than
back then saying what up, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt)
Used to hate the money rap it's so ignorant
But back then I didn't think that I'd be paying Manhattan rent
ah
Yo I opened doors for Downtown
And had niggas saying they from Manhattan
Maintaining off a package
My side bitch working by the Allen
Come on baby
I
shawty came out the box she smell like a new shoe (damn)
Cheeto you wavy, you spend all this money on shit you don't need
She said I'm a dog, I said she
Give me two reasons you love me and I'll give you one heart
When you tell me I'm important, I know that you're smart
Give me reasons, I need reasons,
Bronx in my flesh, all this Harlem drip on me like ya boy invented fresh, I’m a shy fly guy but I’m not the one to test, don’t be mad if my balls scent is
All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real. I ride the wheels till' they
you catching fists, I don't got time for no trouble
I got money by the brick, walking like we hit the lotto
Yeah we riding through Manhattan
Busting
to win it?
"Yes, I'm in Manhattan and I'll be there in a minute'
"And oh, by the way, I re-listened to your hit"
"Hey Rick", what's the scoop?
"Oh
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