AIM High
This how a real nigga feel
Motavachion babe
Holding my head up to the sky
I like to aviate
Can't stop the shine through
The blinds we aluminate
Pounds by the freight
Ship them off then we alleviate
Shuffled my hands so many times
So many crazy 8's
Boy I'm stapled to my paper
Don't that sound cliche
Scratched the serials
Got him a body
Now he Charles Lee-Ray
For heaven sakes
Looks at the stakes
I gotta pray
God let a nigga into heaven gates
With destiny I gotta make it
Before my breathe expire
My desires they wine equate
To all the ranks
These are the breaks
All we blow is heavy dank
Tony blew heavy cake
Tita struggled everyday
How can niggas ever hate
Pussy niggas can't relate
I just analyze the game
First Take
Steven A
You want it all
You got to know what it take
Gotta know what it take
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
Pardon the time
That it took me to rejuvenate
They never read into the scripture
Let me illustrate
These niggas faking like they lit
I gotta litigate
Let me indicate
Motavachion we on
We come together
Just to syndicate
Billofwright too thorough
Where he from
The bottom of the borough
Tryna make it out
The rat race is kind of narrow
(Shit)
They got a hero
A young fly nigga
Spitting fire like Sparrow
If I ain't number one
Im still first like zero
And I ain't worried
About the views
Niggas looking in
Not looking out
When you lose
I got my eyes on the prize
Gifts under the tree
What's beef to me
Something to eat
I got my eyes on the prize
Gifts under the tree
Let them know
They ain't fucking with me
Capeesh
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
Respect I accumulate
You lead the blind stray
Only seen some shit on TV
Never been in harms way
My ambiance is great
Bruce Wayne broadway
I put ya bitch in hood hands
Bitch nigga Allstate
I'm from where families
Is slain broad day
Got niggas dead about this pap
I'll be dead with out this pap
That's the irony (Yeah)
The influence that it brings
So admiring (So admiring)
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
Motavachion babe
Holding my head up to the sky
I like to aviate
Can't stop the shine through
The blinds we aluminate
Pounds by the freight
Ship them off then we alleviate
Shuffled my hands so many times
So many crazy 8's
Boy I'm stapled to my paper
Don't that sound cliche
Scratched the serials
Got him a body
Now he Charles Lee-Ray
For heaven sakes
Looks at the stakes
I gotta pray
God let a nigga into heaven gates
With destiny I gotta make it
Before my breathe expire
My desires they wine equate
To all the ranks
These are the breaks
All we blow is heavy dank
Tony blew heavy cake
Tita struggled everyday
How can niggas ever hate
Pussy niggas can't relate
I just analyze the game
First Take
Steven A
You want it all
You got to know what it take
Gotta know what it take
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
Pardon the time
That it took me to rejuvenate
They never read into the scripture
Let me illustrate
These niggas faking like they lit
I gotta litigate
Let me indicate
Motavachion we on
We come together
Just to syndicate
Billofwright too thorough
Where he from
The bottom of the borough
Tryna make it out
The rat race is kind of narrow
(Shit)
They got a hero
A young fly nigga
Spitting fire like Sparrow
If I ain't number one
Im still first like zero
And I ain't worried
About the views
Niggas looking in
Not looking out
When you lose
I got my eyes on the prize
Gifts under the tree
What's beef to me
Something to eat
I got my eyes on the prize
Gifts under the tree
Let them know
They ain't fucking with me
Capeesh
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
Respect I accumulate
You lead the blind stray
Only seen some shit on TV
Never been in harms way
My ambiance is great
Bruce Wayne broadway
I put ya bitch in hood hands
Bitch nigga Allstate
I'm from where families
Is slain broad day
Got niggas dead about this pap
I'll be dead with out this pap
That's the irony (Yeah)
The influence that it brings
So admiring (So admiring)
Before I lay my body
Down to sleep
Pray to the Lord
My soul to keep
If I should die
Before I wake
Pray to the Lord
My soul to take
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Writer(s): Brian Wright
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