Vibe
Keep the movement movin', I don't hesitate
Paid dues for the spot, that's the real estate
Phony niggas can dip, I hope the real'll stay
A change in scenery never made me feel away
Lies on a downfall, so condescending
When I simply off the henchmen, playing games off the benches
Look, since Eric and Parrish made Dollars, I been right to the business
Can I get a witness for the wit, yes
I been blessed, watching everyday where all the lames went
Type on every keyboard, search for entertainment
Spreading rumors of my lack of sickness, they were ill-informed
Dead when they came out, they were still born
Little broads on they network, showing how her neck work
Not sorry until apologies are in my net worth
Livelihood having fat chances with the slim pickings
Hilarious if they don't shine, they're dim with it
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
See, we turn up like a homie that was found missing
Coppin' 'quila for the fountains of my vision
Viewing who winnin' before and after them
Then it's Tanqueray through the veins, blood borne pathogen
Mixing liquor for sipping, this is simply flawless chemistry
Anything half assed should be a crime, lawless symmetry
You want a concoction of facts? Truth within a medley
Its all next level, go ahead and check my XP
Yeah, They wanna sound cool instead of speaking from the heart
Call themselves higher powers, no belief in what they are
Divide and conquer, since what they pack is half as strong
Range of power is what I'm blackin' on, Mastadon
Ron said "Pon De River", I say "Pon De Replay"
We get live, EA, only phonies'll delay
Go snitch, relay, and say we'd kill a polygraph
We put in work, while these niggas not the staff
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
Paid dues for the spot, that's the real estate
Phony niggas can dip, I hope the real'll stay
A change in scenery never made me feel away
Lies on a downfall, so condescending
When I simply off the henchmen, playing games off the benches
Look, since Eric and Parrish made Dollars, I been right to the business
Can I get a witness for the wit, yes
I been blessed, watching everyday where all the lames went
Type on every keyboard, search for entertainment
Spreading rumors of my lack of sickness, they were ill-informed
Dead when they came out, they were still born
Little broads on they network, showing how her neck work
Not sorry until apologies are in my net worth
Livelihood having fat chances with the slim pickings
Hilarious if they don't shine, they're dim with it
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
See, we turn up like a homie that was found missing
Coppin' 'quila for the fountains of my vision
Viewing who winnin' before and after them
Then it's Tanqueray through the veins, blood borne pathogen
Mixing liquor for sipping, this is simply flawless chemistry
Anything half assed should be a crime, lawless symmetry
You want a concoction of facts? Truth within a medley
Its all next level, go ahead and check my XP
Yeah, They wanna sound cool instead of speaking from the heart
Call themselves higher powers, no belief in what they are
Divide and conquer, since what they pack is half as strong
Range of power is what I'm blackin' on, Mastadon
Ron said "Pon De River", I say "Pon De Replay"
We get live, EA, only phonies'll delay
Go snitch, relay, and say we'd kill a polygraph
We put in work, while these niggas not the staff
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
All the real ones, hands up, high
All my peoples, we gonna, Vibe
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Writer(s): Taron Holder
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