B.O.D (feat. Vent & 'Royelt)

I wore my bro hand me downs like they was new
Fuck a post, I'm on the call, nigga what's in it for you?
I'm trying to toast, because I'm down to go far, farther than most
And if moms still clocked, ain't no fixing to boast
I wish I can speak less and watch more
Sit and talk to my pops more
But the weed and the liquor got me up farther than round four
Right or wrong
Niggas see women wear it, they tag along
I made 1200 in two days selling a Nia Long
Tricked off the limelight
Shawty wanna hear me rhyme twice
I ask what she gon do for the bars, like a Klondike
Shit I'm trying to get my mind right
I wanna get my mom like
A house on the sea, with twin Audemars that shine like
That 63 G-Class, hoes mad, we pass
I'm squinting through the tints thinking damn this spliff canoe fast
Take a foreign one to see the world
Galleria cheetah girl
Vent in Spain might be a thrill
There's more to work than easy kill

Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Father God save us for the times that we was set aside
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Father God save us for the times that we was set aside

I never hated, I just wanted more
My city crazy, quick to even scores
But still I do explore
Freaky bitch she say my semen compliments her pores
Fucked & sucked me in a Honda, did in one accord
Weed & liquor always formulates my greatest nights
I sit and contemplate what made it really feels like
Always looking for what's next at a new height
Never get too comfortable, new challenges a perfect sight
Repeated cycles, I beat it, feel like I'm Michael
In my city they gon jack son, maneuver for survival
See the hate in my arrival
Seen some friends turn into rivals
Ironic, you get the feeling the competition's your idols
And no I didn't make it, but I see it now
Resonate with any crowd
Don't tell me that you love me, shit just hold it down
Listen with my ears, but it's followed by my heart
Then my mind plays a part
Tell a nigga where to start

Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Father God save us for the times that we was set aside
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Do you feel this CNCT shit? Come get purified
Father God save us for the times that we was set aside



Credits
Writer(s): Ventine Richardson Jr.
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