Situations just got tricky
America evict me from my home
Lighting up the piffy
In my zone, battling clones turned drones
Living they life thru an iPhone
Last night you prayed that I fail
I won't
Up this morning
Did the cross
Sun walking
No this swag isn't Micheal's
And to my killer , I pray my blood shed
Casts red across the sky
If you don't accept Christ
You just might die
Some grant you wings to fly
And oh my
Am I ready for the heavens
925
It's a couple hours till eleven
7 6 7 9 7 brethrens
Shouts out to six nine
Rat em out
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ani
Mate
Did it
For the
Clout
But
No you won't
So shut your f*cking mouth !
Your favorite rappers pockets thick
As strippers down south
And I know you don't relate
So debate, I'll wait patiently
For curator to propose I animate
They rating me
This isn't a race, I'd rather stand still
Kill time grown blind to the bullshit
Rewind to better times
I'll me you At the origin
The nice guy finishes last
And I just held the door open for the mysterious
To enter our realm
It's so insidious
But our ignorance as a collective
Has indeed served as bliss
One verse one hearse
Kiss of death upon my lips
Bitter sweet saliva spit
This my repentance
Don't want no fire pit
Combined with my lifeline
Some could say
They saw this coming
But Lord God please.
Protect the blind
I run my city backwards
And I ain't fronting
I aint fronting
Vanz Hamlit - Bronx to Spring Valley Lyrics
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English
Situations just got tricky
America evict me from my home
Lighting up the piffy
In my zone, battling clones turned drones
Living they life thru an iPhone
Last night you prayed that I fail
I won't
Up this morning
Did the cross
Sun walking
No this swag isn't Micheal's
And to my killer , I pray my blood shed
Casts red across the sky
If you don't accept Christ
You just might die
Some grant you wings to fly
And oh my
Am I ready for the heavens
925
It's a couple hours till eleven
7 6 7 9 7 brethrens
Shouts out to six nine
Rat em out
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ani
Mate
Did it
For the
Clout
But
No you won't
So shut your f*cking mouth !
Your favorite rappers pockets thick
As strippers down south
And I know you don't relate
So debate, I'll wait patiently
For curator to propose I animate
They rating me
This isn't a race, I'd rather stand still
Kill time grown blind to the bullshit
Rewind to better times
I'll me you At the origin
The nice guy finishes last
And I just held the door open for the mysterious
To enter our realm
It's so insidious
But our ignorance as a collective
Has indeed served as bliss
One verse one hearse
Kiss of death upon my lips
Bitter sweet saliva spit
This my repentance
Don't want no fire pit
Combined with my lifeline
Some could say
They saw this coming
But Lord God please.
Protect the blind
I run my city backwards
And I ain't fronting
I aint fronting
America evict me from my home
Lighting up the piffy
In my zone, battling clones turned drones
Living they life thru an iPhone
Last night you prayed that I fail
I won't
Up this morning
Did the cross
Sun walking
No this swag isn't Micheal's
And to my killer , I pray my blood shed
Casts red across the sky
If you don't accept Christ
You just might die
Some grant you wings to fly
And oh my
Am I ready for the heavens
925
It's a couple hours till eleven
7 6 7 9 7 brethrens
Shouts out to six nine
Rat em out
Soulja Boy Tell Em
Ani
Mate
Did it
For the
Clout
But
No you won't
So shut your f*cking mouth !
Your favorite rappers pockets thick
As strippers down south
And I know you don't relate
So debate, I'll wait patiently
For curator to propose I animate
They rating me
This isn't a race, I'd rather stand still
Kill time grown blind to the bullshit
Rewind to better times
I'll me you At the origin
The nice guy finishes last
And I just held the door open for the mysterious
To enter our realm
It's so insidious
But our ignorance as a collective
Has indeed served as bliss
One verse one hearse
Kiss of death upon my lips
Bitter sweet saliva spit
This my repentance
Don't want no fire pit
Combined with my lifeline
Some could say
They saw this coming
But Lord God please.
Protect the blind
I run my city backwards
And I ain't fronting
I aint fronting
Writer: Zachary Hunter
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