Lyrics

Wad up, Baby God Na, I don't want a slice of the devil's pie That shit is karma It comes around when we're are about to die When we close our eyes When we're going six feet under the ground And by that time all you live for is really gonna count When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around You live your life with the cons and the pros, the fears and all the goals This is the story of rose, who chose to be a hoe She was out clubbing on the weekends and had a flight to catch on the weekdays Rose was really balling, everyday was her payday Life was really good at that time But as time passes by, shawty started to slime the grind She was growing old, I bet you she ain't even know She had fallen ill Being where she has been She had to slow her roll It's time to go hard or go home Now she's praying for her soul, Baby God It's my epiphany, boss a move till the death of me It's my epiphany, intuitive grasp on reality Lately, I'm top of my game Alternate just like the the name I bet you all didn't see me coming but anyways I came That's a grasp of intuition, in a poof I'll proclaim I'm a own it all and never change the game Will I die or will I survive the questions running through my mind? You know, they said epiphany then the nigga realize, that the world's a maze And I've been looking through the devil's eye, real shit I'm a idolize the idols worth the while Yin and yang, I've been trying to channel my balance in life What's the thing that you've seen or done, that kept you most alive? Wake up, realize reality is the only way beyond the lies I'm trying to reach out for my better sake to the other side All my plans have been rearranged If you're new, I'll redirect you to the new terrain You just follow while I lead, I promise you a better day Eyes on the mission, I don't negotiate Breath taking missions but we're still on it Lives are at stake Get shocked like a teaser when you try to get a gaze Trapped in ways but don't do basic we're now rocking with the mains If you want more you'll get served We don't care if you just ate We the Jones's so we don't lag, always keeping up the game Rolling the sixty's, Crip shit Real niggas all around the city riding big wheels Make it look like fronting when you're trying to take a chill pill Worked for all I've gotten, reasons why I'm getting this big You bet it cause that's how they're gonna see me now in the city I've got bars, ain't it Your king is dead and you know what? I'm alternate You know that's why I came I just had your asses slain You know I came on flames Burning bushes and feeling great Whenever I step in a studio I do one take Then, I'll take what the fuck I want, there ain't no negotiate They're trying to lock us up in cages but we out and getting paid I let the music take the lead I follow my heart, took me to Celine If you ain't talking bag I'll tootsie slide and leave I want cash in every corner, barely space to breath All this shit I still believe because I ain't made it yet I Haven't done half of what I wish Man I haven't don't a bit, damn There's a lot of thing's that is trying to bring me down, but I'm way up Too many are weak, I've got to stay strong They've got Checks bouncing like a baseball Funny talk free, I ain't Trevon I've got my game face on It's my epiphany, boss a move till the death of me It's my epiphany, intuitive grasp on reality So many blue bands Could've swore the nigga is Crip I've been rolling like I'm Nip And I pray that I don't get killed Over the life that I done lived Live fast to die slow Money moves and cash flows Money rules everything, live life and let's grow Boss a move, be a negro and a young CEO You used to be my LOC Now, you're just some random nigga that I used to know You switched up on me, I thought you'll ride when I was low You changed on the team and fucked up the whole goal I pray you come to your senses and pray for your soul Because things are different now in the streets, you should know Niggas dying everyday, gang banging in every way Ignorance make's you kill a nigga that y'all from the same race? How's a black man gonna shoot a black man in the face? We're stuck in a same circle and the same space Young nigga, don't fuck around and catch a case They trying to lock us up put us in a small space But we're gonna boss a move, nigga we're gonna elevate RIP Nip It's my epiphany, boss a move till the death of me It's my epiphany, intuitive grasp on reality
Writer(s): Joshua Atimbi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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