Lyrics:
that old fruit of the vine
It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand
I don't have no one but me myself and I
Listen
I gotta get some work done man
I ain't come in the studio just to chill
This Swizz just flew out,
versus mine and my squad on the rise
This is not about one indivual
No
Treat every game like it's go hard or go home
Don't know what you think that you
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in
the couch but my glock is too superior
Still in the trap ain't no doubt trapping til it ain't no limit
Swerve where Yu stay air it out send a cap scraight for
issa banger
Get em hooked, no hangers
Off lean, speed no racer
Running shit no pacers
All black on, no racist
Can't wait til niggas make it
Can't wait
This remind me of before we had insomnia
Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts
In God
more
(No more)
This cut too deep
The mood that I set
Won’t let you sleep
Her father be the reason
Why my heart cant reach
Mutumbo stretch
I still cant
know how to move, so just play it cool
Fear of sleep, so I'm geekin' I'm too paranoid in the room on the edge 'til noon
But I guess that this my life
rumbling
Word shuffling
Beat bubbling
All up in my bag til I put my Double-Double in
I'm In and Out, you know what I'm about
I'm a moment of truth, ain't no
Count up the bag wit ya boo
Oooo woah girl
Pull up Late night in the coupe lets go, go, go, go, go!
We been lit all night no sleep foe show, show, show,
Grabbing her right by the waist, ay
Growing like I'm in a vase
Dripping water all around the place
I came in the game kind of late
But they'll consider me
Cuz I know no other
Zafra by blood
There's a boatload of us
Stay smooth, no cocoa butter
Smoking some shatter
That Stone Cold Stunna ey
Silently
out one of my dreams
Would you stay and keep me company till I can sleep
And sink into the sea
I used to like Friday afternoons heading home
Planning
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
too much for a man to digest
Where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
Where I'm from niggaz
So, yeah, one morning
I dunno, Monday or somethin', Monday or somethin'
Summertime, you know, all tired and shit
Sleep under my eyes, lookin'
easy to sleep when the money right
And none of this came to me overnight
We can't let no lame niggas eat with us
Hit-boy drop, cut the speakers up (Pshh)
couldn't run no more
And I sat 'til my lungs were burnin'
'Til I know I'm alive, alive, yeah
I'll sit 'til I can't hear words no more
Suddenly the sun
The summertime flew by, guess it must've had somewhere to be
I didn't bother asking why, I'd say it's obvious to see
My chance is gone, it's past,
Mark my word
When the world turns
I'll always stay by you til we burn (Oh, Yeah)
What a life, what a life I had led
Drowning in my own nonchalance
Take
don't sleep
I need to make a living for the living of my peeps
I ain't got no time to compete
Let alone digest the word beef
Hol' up let a brother get
don't sleep
I need to make a living for the living of my peeps
I ain't got no time to compete
Let alone digest the word beef
Hol' up let a brother get
There wasn't much left
Except for the last twenty sack
And the last twenty of my last check
I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step
Woke
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