Bleek Gilliam

[Intro]

Yo

Vic

What up

[?]

What’s good

[?] talk your shit

It’s time for y’all mother fuckers to talk that shit

I got shit to do

Know what I mean

[Verse]

Uh

I never felt caged, just limited

Cinnamon sneakers on my feet, I’m just visiting

Long as Vic Spencer verse is a missle

If you’re the realest bitch your nigga ever had

Then why he not with you

I be saying how I feel at the wrong time

Strong mind have a nigga mental running laps

Niggas get dreads and all of a sudden they not lame no more

They want a piece but they should aim for more

I’m a difficult person to understand, I know that

That’s why if you wanna talk to mе you gotta blow back

I’m above you niggas like smoke, your feelings is brokе

Came in this world with a chick and a stroke

The group home mentality is eating me

This generation [?] is still teaching me

To reach higher for my blunts came through to the front

And said it like it is and got killed in a month

Probably its conspiracy that I’m still here

All in all man this shit doesn’t even seem real

G-U-N vibes is what keeps me alive

I remember having headphones on in the back of the shrine

Or getting drunk off of Hypnotiq and Bellvie at the E2

That night when them people died me and Phil was on our way through

I used to hide seventeen fans, now I look 19

With 20 milfs that’s really gonna grind for the team

For 21 hours, smoked 22 blunts with Jordan’s jersey on

25 hours in my day, I merge alone

Skip a loo bitch is what I do to shoes while they trying to get rid of dude

I’m out here making bigger moves

You’re so close you still feel distant

Y’all paid this much for some Yeezy’s?

I better feel different

I’m old enough, not know enough, but my shoulders touch

A cold ass wall while I got the cobra clutch

Cliché lines that get you ass rebate time