Vibrate Higher
Your homies take pictures with guns then long live you
My homies get word I dropped, they come get you
Wolf in sheep clothing I am the wrong n****
Covid 19 with time I've grown sicker
Knowledge in my soul, money on my mind
Peace in my heart and piece on my side
Pain made me stronger, pain made them liars
Thinking I'm a weenie, give your shorty Oscar Meyer
Women have a funny way of showing that they like me
Chances of them being the wifey highly unlikely
I remember who f****d with me, even slightly
Not a Rastafarian but everything is irie
I was street roaming, hanging with the needy
Check fraud got me busted at the Big EZ
Photos of my face behind the glass, heebie jeebies
Warrants in my name paid em back then they freed me
Hitting at the bus stop the older kids were jealous
I could be myself but pull hoes like Elvis
N**** where yourmom at I'll buss her like Melvin
Pessimistic thinking man none of that s*** is helping
Family think we uppity but ain't know we was starving
Candles got lit when my mom went jobless
Phoney make you cool intelligence makes you target
These other n****s cool but they're work ethic is garbage
Bunch of new faces, schools kept changing
Quiet on the field trips while other kids were banking
Seen book fairs but never participated
No grip on my b-ball shoes couldn't replace them
Hit 13, no money for our haircuts
Hairline f***ed up, hoes didn't care much
Still had my heart though, never played victim
Relate to the hustlers, relate to the real ones
(Smac)
Vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher
Vibrate higher, we need to vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher
When you ask for answers get pointed to oppression
I'm not given options, only one direction
That's a large number 5 with a side of depression
Living like a peasant, that advice they could've kept it
In my neighborhood they only giving the minimum
Everything they teaching the kids is slowly killing em
That's if even teaching, momma still preaching
Give your life to the job even though the job beneath you
When you in your dreams they tell you to stop dreaming
Chase the temporary that turn to obituaries
Give up on your sight, though you a visionary
Sacrifice your dream for a spot in the cemetery...
To them they only job was get you to 18
Everything they did to you wrong they slates clean
Other kids parents set em up for a future
Ours get taught to abused us, just vibrate higher
My homies get word I dropped, they come get you
Wolf in sheep clothing I am the wrong n****
Covid 19 with time I've grown sicker
Knowledge in my soul, money on my mind
Peace in my heart and piece on my side
Pain made me stronger, pain made them liars
Thinking I'm a weenie, give your shorty Oscar Meyer
Women have a funny way of showing that they like me
Chances of them being the wifey highly unlikely
I remember who f****d with me, even slightly
Not a Rastafarian but everything is irie
I was street roaming, hanging with the needy
Check fraud got me busted at the Big EZ
Photos of my face behind the glass, heebie jeebies
Warrants in my name paid em back then they freed me
Hitting at the bus stop the older kids were jealous
I could be myself but pull hoes like Elvis
N**** where yourmom at I'll buss her like Melvin
Pessimistic thinking man none of that s*** is helping
Family think we uppity but ain't know we was starving
Candles got lit when my mom went jobless
Phoney make you cool intelligence makes you target
These other n****s cool but they're work ethic is garbage
Bunch of new faces, schools kept changing
Quiet on the field trips while other kids were banking
Seen book fairs but never participated
No grip on my b-ball shoes couldn't replace them
Hit 13, no money for our haircuts
Hairline f***ed up, hoes didn't care much
Still had my heart though, never played victim
Relate to the hustlers, relate to the real ones
(Smac)
Vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher
Vibrate higher, we need to vibrate higher, vibrate higher, and higher, and higher
When you ask for answers get pointed to oppression
I'm not given options, only one direction
That's a large number 5 with a side of depression
Living like a peasant, that advice they could've kept it
In my neighborhood they only giving the minimum
Everything they teaching the kids is slowly killing em
That's if even teaching, momma still preaching
Give your life to the job even though the job beneath you
When you in your dreams they tell you to stop dreaming
Chase the temporary that turn to obituaries
Give up on your sight, though you a visionary
Sacrifice your dream for a spot in the cemetery...
To them they only job was get you to 18
Everything they did to you wrong they slates clean
Other kids parents set em up for a future
Ours get taught to abused us, just vibrate higher
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Writer(s): Sborte Clay
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