Uhh...
Vinci!!
Let's get it
I sleep with one closed and the other one open
Always gotta stay focused cause I know that I'm chosen
To bring rap back to the roots
The beat collides words...yo
The type of shit to shake you out yo boots
I'm shootin' macs from roofs, riding in coupes
Ice matching my shoes, living the life of diamonds jewels man
Atleast that's what dreamin' of, to see the world from above
Sittin' and listenin' to the pastor preach the poor will be rich
Gets sickening, stuck in this state tryna clutch what I can't reach
I think I'm beginning to lose faith but I never flinch in a minute...
I just feel it my brain then start to formulate plan
To get me closer to those rags to riches
That's that text-books to bitches, over throwing rap snitches
But on the real I done took a loss
Cost me my respect but f*ck it no love lost
Cause niggas try to incite shit, ignite shit
Make me wanna light em' up like matchsticks with the burner clip
Incendiary tactics, fake rappers get wrapped in plastic
Man I mastered this rap shit
Half dragon, half drastic
Mcs get dragged in shit when I spit
You want it son then you can have, it I wreak havoc...
Word to Mobb Deep, some nights I don't sleep
I hear devils creepin' tryna start fights under my sheets
So I resort to countin' sheep, as I picture em' leap
I feel something weighing heavy on my chest
Like the stun from a shotgun blast when you're wearing a bullet proof vest
I awake from the rest
Feeling aggravated, in a state of deep concentration
I got some unfinished business so I start the preparation
Like I black slave who kept a black musket in a woven basket
Bout' to go and kill his master, in a bid to stop oppression
Left eleven shots for the bastard
The birds scurried from the trees when he blasted
It's a fatal compensation, leave you dead in the dirt
And take your shit as reparation
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Uhh...
Vinci!!
Let's get it
I sleep with one closed and the other one open
Always gotta stay focused cause I know that I'm chosen
To bring rap back to the roots
The beat collides words...yo
The type of shit to shake you out yo boots
I'm shootin' macs from roofs, riding in coupes
Ice matching my shoes, living the life of diamonds jewels man
Atleast that's what dreamin' of, to see the world from above
Sittin' and listenin' to the pastor preach the poor will be rich
Gets sickening, stuck in this state tryna clutch what I can't reach
I think I'm beginning to lose faith but I never flinch in a minute...
I just feel it my brain then start to formulate plan
To get me closer to those rags to riches
That's that text-books to bitches, over throwing rap snitches
But on the real I done took a loss
Cost me my respect but f*ck it no love lost
Cause niggas try to incite shit, ignite shit
Make me wanna light em' up like matchsticks with the burner clip
Incendiary tactics, fake rappers get wrapped in plastic
Man I mastered this rap shit
Half dragon, half drastic
Mcs get dragged in shit when I spit
You want it son then you can have, it I wreak havoc...
Word to Mobb Deep, some nights I don't sleep
I hear devils creepin' tryna start fights under my sheets
So I resort to countin' sheep, as I picture em' leap
I feel something weighing heavy on my chest
Like the stun from a shotgun blast when you're wearing a bullet proof vest
I awake from the rest
Feeling aggravated, in a state of deep concentration
I got some unfinished business so I start the preparation
Like I black slave who kept a black musket in a woven basket
Bout' to go and kill his master, in a bid to stop oppression
Left eleven shots for the bastard
The birds scurried from the trees when he blasted
It's a fatal compensation, leave you dead in the dirt
And take your shit as reparation
Vinci!!
Let's get it
I sleep with one closed and the other one open
Always gotta stay focused cause I know that I'm chosen
To bring rap back to the roots
The beat collides words...yo
The type of shit to shake you out yo boots
I'm shootin' macs from roofs, riding in coupes
Ice matching my shoes, living the life of diamonds jewels man
Atleast that's what dreamin' of, to see the world from above
Sittin' and listenin' to the pastor preach the poor will be rich
Gets sickening, stuck in this state tryna clutch what I can't reach
I think I'm beginning to lose faith but I never flinch in a minute...
I just feel it my brain then start to formulate plan
To get me closer to those rags to riches
That's that text-books to bitches, over throwing rap snitches
But on the real I done took a loss
Cost me my respect but f*ck it no love lost
Cause niggas try to incite shit, ignite shit
Make me wanna light em' up like matchsticks with the burner clip
Incendiary tactics, fake rappers get wrapped in plastic
Man I mastered this rap shit
Half dragon, half drastic
Mcs get dragged in shit when I spit
You want it son then you can have, it I wreak havoc...
Word to Mobb Deep, some nights I don't sleep
I hear devils creepin' tryna start fights under my sheets
So I resort to countin' sheep, as I picture em' leap
I feel something weighing heavy on my chest
Like the stun from a shotgun blast when you're wearing a bullet proof vest
I awake from the rest
Feeling aggravated, in a state of deep concentration
I got some unfinished business so I start the preparation
Like I black slave who kept a black musket in a woven basket
Bout' to go and kill his master, in a bid to stop oppression
Left eleven shots for the bastard
The birds scurried from the trees when he blasted
It's a fatal compensation, leave you dead in the dirt
And take your shit as reparation
Writer: Bayingana Patrick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid