Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron R Bonds
Songwriter
Lyrics
I think the most important part of the song, is the come line
That's the first three or four words that you say upon opening the verse
Because that has the most meaning to me. What's said, the first couple of lines
What sets the tone for that particular record. I take a lot of pride in the first four or five lines you hear
Those are very important lines to me. The beat's gone guide me, you know
I sit back and I vibe that beat, and then, the beats gone ride me through, you know
The spirit's gone lead me to wherever the beat needs to be, you know what I'm saying
I put the whole camp on my back
Niggaz know I rep the Lion for the Citadel
Run in pace, with you gun in place
Let 100 spray 'til that city fell
Shit he tell, ice cold
That shit he sell got no price codes
I'm doing well with my eyes closed
Why the hell would I fold
I'm told that I'm maestro
And I might go a bit psycho
So it's vital that I write bro
If not I get to act a little bipolar
See me in a court they got me cuffed up lawyer talking plea- he got me fucked up
Judge keep talking about justice
I'm like bet that - he like just us
You know, Rock and Roll, that was some shit Chuck Berry came up with
The rock and rollers don't know who the fuck Chuck Berry is now
You know, the Blues was, Robert Johnson, now, the fucking Blues is Eric Clapton
Like Hip-Hop is gone be the same thing
I got past go with that cash flow
In and out my hands like an export
Moved it all down to the expo
Niggas wasn't happy 'til the techs blow
Catch me in the belly of the Eastside
We're niggas eaten rarely and the G's ride
Four deep, on a foe street
That's just how the fuck the dream died
That's how the fuck I got Mo' shit
Popped in the back by the beau's whip
Now I'm on the back of that boat, spliff
In my fucking hand trying to focus
Painting in the sky trying catch a buzz
You were just as fucked up as the rest of us and I figured that
But bitch you never getting this business back nigga
I approach records like, really really differently, like than a lot of people
You know I let the beat ride. I just can't sit up there and write no rap
You know, I might jot down words or whatever, like words that sound good
But the whole rap, the vibe or whatever comes from being in there with that beat
I grew up around musicians and writers, and I was always taught write your heart
Write your life. If you ain't crying when the song's done you ain't wrote the right record
You know, you have to write your heart, and whoever is offended by it, fuck 'em
Yeah, fuck 'em
And I ain't changed I rep the same clique
I ran a campaign that made the game sick
In my air space I can't miss
Aviator praying like a mantis
Every other day I'm on that camp shit
I rep Jai so hard that my amp split
Second all over the campus
And young Swirv want the money like the Clampetts'
Doc found out through a damn fit
Had 19 hustles 80 grand thick
My Eyes seen struggle but I seen double or nothing make money out a can of grits
And I seen trouble like my only friend
Blood on my tongue can't hold it in
Young on the run like Soulja Slim
You dig
Writer(s): Aaron Bonds
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