Bright Lights

Let me sip my juice
Welcome to the real life project...
Uh
Bright lights on the city of sin
We just out here living the dream
We trynna be
So perfect

So perfect that we loosing our mind
So perfect young niggas going ahead of they time
Intimidation if you ain't got on your grind
Same 24hours but move different with time
Yeah
Generation X 90's babies
Our parents lost their souls
Burning crack back in the 80s
Trynna be so perfect
You dance with the devil
But that's gone last you for ages
Life lessons only thought once
Tables turn and bridges burn
You live and learn
That's old news for the old fools
Sipping mix and juice
Slanging tracks on Pro tools
Respected
Cause i know the cash rule that cash rules
And I've got some bad news
For you trynna test my IQ
Short fuse
Quick to tell a nigga fuck you!
Now one time for my brothers trapped in the system
Blow one blunt, meditate calm my system
Prayers, well wishes i send to em
And i hope the good lord out there with em
Open gates see blessings falling no more stressing
It's never running empty when God resourcing
Uh
Come say hello the new guy
The bad guy i'm that guy
Woah!



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Agere
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