Carpe Diem
1.
I'm coming full force.
And it ain't no stopping me this time bitch ima
bulldozer, you keep on talking shit I wish you get a lil closer.
I'm getting a lil older with chip on my shoulder
turned to a boulder, I'm schizophrantic, so ima soldier.
My mind moves daily like the water nigga.
I'm doing this for Jacksonville, Florida nigga.
Maybe its slaughter nigga, because I'm killing time.
But all of my niggas is some starters, they ain't riding pine.
(yeah) The Jones legacy I carry on and no I
don't condone none of that bullshit holmes.
The throne that I sit on I broke bones for it,
I live pain so bitch, I have the rights to write a song for it.
I'm southside born, southside raised me, made me crazy,
Rosemary's baby, they be telling me to stop, don't do it Dame.
I gotta do it my nigga cause you would do the same like...
Once a man, twice a baby what was told to me,
and everything thing in life my nigga,
ain't always what its supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be the coldest g', no holding me, provoking me.
I call it like I see em', so I wouldn't wanna be em'...
Carpe Diem
My mindframe gone change the game, I'm kicking ass and taking names.
Swerving out of lanes.
Main this feeling strange. (
Say cuz I don't feel the same) Mayne, let me explain,
Mary Jane be having my brain feeling like pain done brought the rain.
Shame.
When things dont go right, niggas go and show out.
Then the money never show up.
So nigga what yo flow bout?
Best advice to put ya dough up or you can go the slow route.
These niggas say they know us, (say cuz) I don't know about that one.
You want the red but dawg I want the black one.
I wake the dead when I be bout that action.
A fraction of a millisecond, breaking down decimals.
Some niggas be talking loud but its really a small decibel.
Vegetable state of mind that these niggas love to be in.
On the outside looking in,
of the in crowd that we in, so begin, my code of arms testimony.
I do my dirt all by my lonely and you can hold me, homie cuz huh...
Once a man, twice a baby what was told to me,
and everything thing in life my nigga,
ain't always what its supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be the coldest g', no holding me, provoking me.
I call it like I see em', so I wouldn't wanna
I'm coming full force.
And it ain't no stopping me this time bitch ima
bulldozer, you keep on talking shit I wish you get a lil closer.
I'm getting a lil older with chip on my shoulder
turned to a boulder, I'm schizophrantic, so ima soldier.
My mind moves daily like the water nigga.
I'm doing this for Jacksonville, Florida nigga.
Maybe its slaughter nigga, because I'm killing time.
But all of my niggas is some starters, they ain't riding pine.
(yeah) The Jones legacy I carry on and no I
don't condone none of that bullshit holmes.
The throne that I sit on I broke bones for it,
I live pain so bitch, I have the rights to write a song for it.
I'm southside born, southside raised me, made me crazy,
Rosemary's baby, they be telling me to stop, don't do it Dame.
I gotta do it my nigga cause you would do the same like...
Once a man, twice a baby what was told to me,
and everything thing in life my nigga,
ain't always what its supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be the coldest g', no holding me, provoking me.
I call it like I see em', so I wouldn't wanna be em'...
Carpe Diem
My mindframe gone change the game, I'm kicking ass and taking names.
Swerving out of lanes.
Main this feeling strange. (
Say cuz I don't feel the same) Mayne, let me explain,
Mary Jane be having my brain feeling like pain done brought the rain.
Shame.
When things dont go right, niggas go and show out.
Then the money never show up.
So nigga what yo flow bout?
Best advice to put ya dough up or you can go the slow route.
These niggas say they know us, (say cuz) I don't know about that one.
You want the red but dawg I want the black one.
I wake the dead when I be bout that action.
A fraction of a millisecond, breaking down decimals.
Some niggas be talking loud but its really a small decibel.
Vegetable state of mind that these niggas love to be in.
On the outside looking in,
of the in crowd that we in, so begin, my code of arms testimony.
I do my dirt all by my lonely and you can hold me, homie cuz huh...
Once a man, twice a baby what was told to me,
and everything thing in life my nigga,
ain't always what its supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be the coldest g', no holding me, provoking me.
I call it like I see em', so I wouldn't wanna
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Writer(s): Damion Darnell Jones
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