Lyrics

You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned The truth is in the gas chamber This truth is being on your— Ahh Yeah, woo SCC, woo Yeah, yeah Am blowing trees on monday Waiting on my G's on sunday 'Cause really i was nothin' in my young days Now me and my boys taking pictures on the runway It feels good nothin' flier than that, you know, you know These little rappers come around me they be cryin' in raps But if they diss me with the rhyming they'd be dying of that And i ain't lying with that Picture me on a kodak still Everything i had to do before i had that deal I was in the corner posted with my crew and chucks Some broke ass niggas can't afford food for thought She tried to put mе in the friend zone Shе said i couldn't get it on with her Until she saw me and her friends out And in was tryna get along with her (Uhh) You know that timing is everything and everyday a nigga get buried in Them gunshots you wonder who let 'em in It's 5AM and my adrenaline suppose to be settling But am up like a 95 gentleman Eyes wide open got me smoking a lot I heard he's a killer but me am hoping he's not I haul on my dealer to get a bag and a fila So i can kill these gorillas with all the feelings i got Thrill nigga for real, my emotions come alive these days Even scholars really can't define these things These niggas on my neck is like the balmain jeans I call 'em off and they go off like trains you know Can't-see-no-one-else-is-just-me-versus-me Can't see no one else is just me versus me, certainly (Uh uh uh) I had to get it no matter what Vision as a rapper with a mind of an astrounaut Spaceship, i heard the galaxy big enough Big enough to carry all the stars who ain't lit enough Big enough to handle all the niggas who get it rough And then expose the niggas who never did enough I be on the rise and I'm down from the ceiling up I can't be down cause i know that they feeling soft See i promised my mama ama always be great If i dont do that you know the promise was fake My nigga i can't relate to that Uh, late night cruising down town feeling like a boss myself I rolled a couple blunts till i lost myself Am talking to myself about a lot myself I got so many styles i feel like i should tour myself Its easy to catch stones when you sit on the bench So i never show opinions i just sit on the fence I ain't fuckin' with these rappers cause they really pretenders It's such a game so i always gotta keep my defenders you know Some niggas hit you from the offside Them groupies steady be slidin' my DM's And i ain't playin' with the soft guys Unless they talking bout paying per DM's Live and direct, find your connect Sign me a check, last week i almost ran into debt yup So to the top bring the earth down Its me versus me and its the first round Yeah,I'm so blessed, i've been blessed I feel blessed Fronting on a hater, 24-7 i be stunning on a hater Shawty like a diamond i be ballin' on a hater I ain't got the time to be talking to hater no I need you to get up your feet And make some noise for the world renowned Ice Prince Zamani Jos To The World I need your energy, I need you to stand up Make some noise and say Zamani, Zamani, Zamani, Zamani Zamani, Zamani, (A little louder, say-) Zamani, Zamani, Zamani, Zamani Zamani, Zamani (Ice Prince they ready for you) Zamani, Zamani
Writer(s): Panshak Zamani, Emmanuel Dareh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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