Aura

[Verse 1]  Quelle Chris

Watch me sing in the key of I sift through the haze of Js

Blackberry sodas and Stouffer's stick to the ribs I’m older

Not the same as I came, dying slow when it's over

Just hope to say my goodbyes

And blow an L with my soldiers

Feels like I'm living in an eternal Copacabana

Some still trynna get over most are terrible planners

Niggas talk about mansions shit they gonna get rapping

99% of the time it ain’t never gon' happen

What we do this here for? Is it money or passion

Is it madness or moments?

Whats the worth of our actions

If it happens to pop off what you investing your cash in?

If you happen to drop off can you adjust or refashion

Most are products of dreamin' and forgetting to wake up

Now we bargain with demons

For this love we can't break up

You gon' get what you asked for

You gon' get what comes with it

You gon' reap what you sow

And time to time sit where you shitted

I done made my mistakes

And made no mistake to admit it

So if it didn't get done it’s simply because I just didn’t

[Verse 2]  Mosel

Yo trynna find my way through this life's kinda hard

I know the history since we’re gods don't prove em wrong

Let's grow, cut and dumping cigars stuff em with buds

Let's blow, ritual spring upon thats very far to sow

Spirituals what I’m kicking

Fuck an atheist christian

It's air ducts in the children

And all my niggas thats listenin'

All my niggas thats wishin'

They could change they predicament

Brainwash and conditionin'

Time to bang on the system

Motivate, motivate, motivate

Let's elevate, spread love cuz that's what they hate uh

Thats what they hate uh

(thats what they hate uh)

(thats what they hate uh)

[Verse 3]  Cavalier

The final word on something that's unending

I'm still deciding on who will find they name

In my ending credits the mess of shit

Mixed messages, the mental state

My bell ringing, Jehova's Witnesses and the Adventists

Even Methodists tellin' me they got salvation they sellin'

I tell em they gotta wait cuz my benefits' still pending

I saw a sign upon the ghetto high that read "Jesus Saves"

I said "for real? then hold my spot in line"

I got me some change

I'm borrowin' from Peter to pay Paul

When danger of not eatin' at all even creep in

I be like "nah", teeth gnawing I won't sleep

I saw like 13 stop and frisks this week or more

I walk with my freedom papers

Just to cop papers from the store

They lucky I know I'm a Moor

If we're poor I pay em no more attention I can afford

So fuck yeah, I hustle like I'm biting through the gristle

Through that abscess I can't bust

And no dental if I have to

If you ain't discussin' some kind of re-up or how we up

You'll only smell me after I'm gone lightin' my weed up

Throw a quarter in somebody cup if you got one

I know a lot of homeless bodies that's not bums

Pride be the shit that make you hide

From what you need to remember

But pride could also be when the lions get together

Let's get it together yal

I was grown when I came, I'll be born when I'm leavin'

I don't need to give the reason

They tell our stories through the seasons

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