VCRs

From Rosewood all around the world Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us, us free Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you a colossal Fuck you Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible You know how power and money do Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives I'm from the 6, no Devil shit Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes Seeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify They wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized Pull me to the side, I go IG live If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (fah) Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind Hold me down, dawg, have my back, and just protect my spine And if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time Only one shot could cause a second line One, two, three niggas riding through the city with they strap on Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix But the plot twist is niggas done made it out the 6 Seven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your backbone Ten times out of ten, niggas is in attack mode (One, two, three) look, uh Everywhere I go, I'm good, 'cause I know the codes, huh I open up my soul, and then it open doors Ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it known I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin', I'm psycho I keep a pole like I might go fishin' I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles A light-skin ho on the corner, her braids micro She on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low He walk a tightrope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (niggas gon' be fine) But why whine? This shit get better with time See the movie's, not rewinding, my friend We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs The money we spend just leave us wanting more But money make the continent spin Built the world in seven days Rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align We was line pressing in our better days Raising hell to get a taste of Heaven's gates They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I caught Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart Now he just a scattering thought, a part of the art Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two .357 snub hanging out the window Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo Five years later, I was still on 65th I'm a seven-figure nigga, but I will never will forget Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet Nine times out of ten, niggas beat the court case Doing two elevens, ain't never make us rich This a twelve-gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim at sh- Who the unlucky thirteenth? They made an angel out a man that used to be an Earthling And you can say it's dirt cheap 'Cause when they shootin', niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity