Lyrics:
beef
I don't say a word my niggas handle that
Put 50 on Miami it won't
Even turn the channel back
Woah nigga, Die slow nigga
You got booked with 10 birds
mermo, nós mete o aço,
Tu é boy e se moscar tomo teu paco, 2x
Vai clarear, mano eu vou,
Comprar essa joalheria,
Tô no vapor,
Trampando noite e dia,
Grock
gonna try and achieve the unachievable
Because one day that vapor will be in my pocket
Comforted by lint and an external warmth
And I wonder
Will it
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
wanna whip this new MercedeZ I got
Lil Shawty really want a RudeBoi
Fall like Icarus you know I got pain in my heart
I don't do this shit you know I got
I'mma hit yo' friend
I'mma hit yo' friend, in a new Benz
Nine times out of ten
We gon' go all night
We can go all night
Nine times out of ten
I've
Poetry is the language of imagination
Poetry is a form of positive creation
Difficult, isn't it the point? Ya missin it
Rockin's kinda new to me
with me, with me.
Got your nigga with me.
He spend that cash, we doing the dash,
He gone crash, off the X, he my next fuck my ex,
I'm the best, I'm too
demand[06:44.78]Blows all to vapor (no definite end)[06:50.97]Transient consciousness never to land[06:57.08]Ticking away in a castle of sand[07:58.78]So trivial seems
And people couldn't catch me even if I was "The Vapors"
I leave you in trauma with my funky personna
Cause I'm jamming just like Teddy but I'm nasty like
On my Shoulders
I kill it I like I told ya x 2
On my New flex
man I'm too Blessed
yo they talk a lot
but they do less
savage yeah I'm ruthless
They bark
the echoes weave
Vapor trails, in the sky of electric blue
In this neon world, I found you
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s,
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
just tell you
You know this is from the diabolical, energetical
Poetrical, numerical new lyrical man, B-I-Z
Emmezah-emmezah-A-R-K-I-E
Best
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans
The sun shines on Biloxi
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
And the boy will dig a pool beside
turbulent, who salute the worker ant?
Duke up to the firmament, overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed by your nosy neighbors
Like this
Refrão (2x)
As lojinha que a gente montou tá a todo vapor
Tem bala, tem doce, uma par de boy colou
Mó zum zum zum, tem dois por um e hidropônica
Mó zum zum
Flaps, set, ten degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check
Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters, check both
petty, ask Tony
By the time y'all hear this shit he might not even be...
Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand
for whoever's got the best looks
Suicide, robbery
Banks and the economy
Ninety percent marketing, ten percent honesty
Property for the rich and poverty
Flaps, set, ten degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check
Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters, check both
that rest in me, By the hour are getting greater
These cowards are testing me, I see em hating on my vapor
Rather see cops arresting me, Than me getting
like sacred vapor, written on paper, mixed by Azia
To birth the baby, a new Earth crazy, heavenly days be infinite energy
Discern what's truthful then
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