Yard Act
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[Intro]
(Revolt) Rev-v-v-volt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
And I don't save niggas, I show niggas how to save they selves
I got in the game, this ain't GTA don't play yourself
Gave 'em hell, off a counter where ain't shit to do but fail
Dodging sales, dodging shells, traumatized before you twelve
Can't complain, that's the hand we got, these the cards was dealt
And it's crazy how they tryna copy, can you be yourself
It's a thousand of the same faces I can diferentiate, apеs, I disintegrate
You be playing bеstie with her, I do chest to chest-ie with her
[Chorus]
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I don't play bitches, most these bitches play they selves
About this track
"Vimana" is a song by B.o.B from the album Better Than Drugs, released in 2022. The song was written by B.o.B, Jace (ATL). It was produced by Air, Hang Dynasty, KC Supreme, niketaz.
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I just slay bitches, you would think it's jingle bell
I just aim bitches, you would think it's AOL
I'm a mag bish and you shouldn't be Adele
Late up in your loft drinking wine, singing slow songs
They be living life 'cause it goes on
If you're such a big timer, bitch get your roll on
Let go of your past quit tryna hold on
Girl, you gotta love yourself before you can love me
Girl, you gotta want yourself before you can want me
Gotta be able to gas yourself, it's called self esteem
Don't let these niggas sell your ass a dream
[Chorus]
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
[Verse 3]
And I don't hate on niggas, most these niggas hate they selves
Crippled by they album sales, caught up in that label hell
Hold they breath every time they drop, now they waitin' to excel
They confine inside they box, now they waitin' to Excel
Now they mad at you, 'cause they see you doing well
Made it out, you prevail now they wishing you would fail
Man, it's crazy 'cause in your mind all you did was wish 'em well
Helped 'em up when they have fell, watched 'em stumble and didn't tell
And still, they resent you
'Cause you did a job that you was meant to
They get mad 'cause you return the shots they sent too
Was at the bottom, but I still reach my ascent too
[Chorus]
This the calm 'fore the storm
If they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform, yeah
'Cause it's the calm before the storm
And if they give you roses, watch out for the thorns
My whole clique, outside of the norm
Ain't no uniform, we do not conform
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