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vii (usa) - just another rap. lyrics
[verse 1]
welcome to the crazy, baby
tryna make waves eryday they play me
but do not try to play me, baby
game gon change when it claim me, baby
but it won’t change me, i be wavy daily
well known in my city like a daley baby
from the, prior fire, my stock way higher, and y’all seen it happen like an 80s baby, uh
way sl!cker, there go that n-gga
puttin compet-tion inna backseat
long-winded wit a strong pen bendin any bar, flowin longer than a track meet
and i do bend bars as an athlete
but i wanna bend corners in a faster car, not a nascar fast car, cl-ssic cars, so everybody and they mama sayin “that’s a star!”, you gotta see me, double up the vision like it’s 3d, uppin the exposure my appearances is 3 deep
johnny on the drums, instrumentals just the preheat
put em in the stove, get em crispy wit a release
n-ggas on they toes, been a mission just to be me
i been on the road, they’ll see me when they need me
itchin at the palms finna drop another cd
like i’m fresh out, like they ain’t already freed meek
move the whip like the mach 5
pull up in ya living room like it’s popeyes, like i’m popeye, young n-gga get the green, i’m stronger
screen is mine, i’m intervening longer
dreams of mine so big, they make my hands shake
i ain’t never slippin like a n-gga got a handbrake
ain’t no composition compet-tion for a n-gga, writing in my own cl-ss, so i guess you n-ggas can wait, uh
[chorus]
nowadays, got a lot to lose, not a lot to fear, but a lot to prove, not a lot to feel, i gotta lotta moves, watch one, catch some, n-ggas got to choose
nowadays, got a lot to lose, not a lot to fear, but a lot to prove, not a lot to feel, i gotta lotta moves, watch one, catch some, n-ggas got to choose
[verse 2]
please don’t hit my jack unless you talkin bout a stack
look, my time is only free for me and i can’t get it back
i feel like i’m harry phillips how i’m sprinting to the sack
it ain’t only bout the money, i’ll quit it when it’s that
up and down days all past, it be mostly crackin
talk all day but they won’t get active
chop all day when i need some bread, cuz how i walk when i’m paid’s what is most attractive
ion be lookin for the smoke or traction, so i put my hands up like “it’s mostly that one!”
then i step back load the clip in the pen and let it rip, if you really need a quote, get at me
for a charge, of course, i’m in charge of course
you say you married to the game, but the bars divorced, that’s why the bars are forced, you n-ggas starved the source, the force came from the brain, but the same lil dumb n-ggas lost out
all they really had to do was watch they mouth
i wasn’t really listening to what they talk about
but when my name all around, they gon have to do like unk, n-gga, walk it out, cmon
[verse 3]
let the beat drop off, imma speak my piece, you gon see my name, cuz i beat these streets, you gon feel my pain when i eat these beats, heard the shots that rang and the feet beat street, meep meep, heard the chirp line beep when the work hit block, i was 13, i had never ever saw cops when the cops heard shots but the shots ain’t stop so i learned those days that i too could not, shoes hung down on a few good cops but the city wasn’t nice even to a nice n-gga, daddy said move, it would only grow bigger
used to tell me there were tasks involved with even ever going out and playing basketball so now all i know is how to protect, work and flex
my city is the best, but best check ya neck
n-gga i deserve to flex, might flex pateks when i really get the checks, cuz yes, i’m the best
but if to earn flexion earns me attention, just make sure i’m not a best-dressed arrest, cuz even when it’s pretty the city is up in dirt, but the precinct really where death comes to rest, so it’s like
[chorus]
nowadays, got a lot to lose, not a lot to fear, but a lot to prove, not a lot to feel, i gotta lotta moves, watch one, catch some, n-ggas got to choose
nowadays, got a lot to lose, not a lot to fear, but a lot to prove, not a lot to feel, i gotta lotta moves, watch one, catch some, n-ggas got to choose
[mark potter, nbc news report]
this is highway 290
it’s also known as the “heroin highway”. addicts from outside the city come down this road to chicago’s west side to get off and buy their drugs, and then to head right back home
[karen]
contemplative!
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