Clear As Ever
Yeah i been
I been scared now
I been
I been movin now
I been
I been raging hard
Ive gone to places and I've had bitches offer me face
Ive gone to places and I've had plugs offer me drank
I've seen some things that I'd never bring out into day
I've lived through shit that would make you wanna faint
We spill drinks to honor the dead
I seen niggas go crazy in the head
Shit will drive you crazy
I seen gunshot wounds being taken care of at a Wendy's
I know it might not seem allat but the problem ain't shit phase me
Ive been chased down blocks to blocks train to train
You ain't think that I've seen it nigga lead to brain
Watch the rain forecast hot metal today
Nigga wanna talk hot but is he bout it today
Cuz i was stuck up in the hood though
If you wanna talk hot can you throw them hands bro
Takin out a big stack lets go band for band ho
And if the lil dont work I'll go get the big four
I thought my life slipped away
Anxiety pavin my way
I was stuck in the fray
I got some ice on my chain
Cuz i saw shit as it was
And you had dreams in your eyes
You saw niggas with guns
And I saw niggas with pride
I was thinking about the future
You were stuck on the past
I was asking you if you good
You was shooting me a glance
Niggas was thinking brexxit
I was talking bout breakfast
Fucked what be on your mind thinking about your selections
Who you gon choose and pick when you getting your sentence
Come back from jail years later find out everyone left yah
Would rather rot on a throne than florish with your brethren
Telling you its fucked how people think its aii to be extra
Show them some fire shit they gon act like they always felt yah
Fuck what they all be doing fuck my consistent bitching
Im not one to attack without lookin at my position
Yes i complain alot yes i dont do much fixing
But fuck it nigga im free to sit on a mic for livings
You acting like you aint seen millionaires born from nothing
You acting like you aint dreamed to see the penthouse floor hundred
Im not a ville nigga bastard
Im just a ville nigga casher
Know where to get the best weed it comes down to a magic
Throw the ball alley oop
Couper it with my fashion
Mcm on my baggage i got tags lookin backwards
The cow jumped over the moon trynna get rich faster
I came through with the OOOO go ahead pass em
Green light got me going
The mic get me been flowing
I learned from the greats
Damn nigga i owe em
Spitting bars on a page
Saliva all on my paper
Nigga i been went insane
Hold me down like a staple
I saw you the other day
Hangin out with some haters
I saw it clearer than ever
You the same as those fakers
Dior shades on my body
Wearing Js on my feet
Amiri right for the jean
Angels right for the meets
I got an angel on my shoulder
Your angel bout 6 feet deep
So if you talk and you talk
You gon be scared get no sleep
Cuz if i catch you you dead
Ghetto niggas got heat
Go to church if you preach
Not how it was in those streets
Thinkin bout what to eat
Hungry thinkin bout green
Greedy nigga with paper
Greedy nigga a fiend
Ive gone to places and I've had bitches offer me face
Ive gone to places and I've had plugs offer me drank
I've seen some things that I'd never bring out into day
I've lived through shit that would make you wanna faint
We spill drinks to honor the dead
I seen niggas go crazy in the head
Shit will drive you crazy
I seen gunshot wounds being taken care of at a Wendy's
I know it might not seem allat but the problem ain't shit phase me
I been scared now
I been
I been movin now
I been
I been raging hard
Ive gone to places and I've had bitches offer me face
Ive gone to places and I've had plugs offer me drank
I've seen some things that I'd never bring out into day
I've lived through shit that would make you wanna faint
We spill drinks to honor the dead
I seen niggas go crazy in the head
Shit will drive you crazy
I seen gunshot wounds being taken care of at a Wendy's
I know it might not seem allat but the problem ain't shit phase me
Ive been chased down blocks to blocks train to train
You ain't think that I've seen it nigga lead to brain
Watch the rain forecast hot metal today
Nigga wanna talk hot but is he bout it today
Cuz i was stuck up in the hood though
If you wanna talk hot can you throw them hands bro
Takin out a big stack lets go band for band ho
And if the lil dont work I'll go get the big four
I thought my life slipped away
Anxiety pavin my way
I was stuck in the fray
I got some ice on my chain
Cuz i saw shit as it was
And you had dreams in your eyes
You saw niggas with guns
And I saw niggas with pride
I was thinking about the future
You were stuck on the past
I was asking you if you good
You was shooting me a glance
Niggas was thinking brexxit
I was talking bout breakfast
Fucked what be on your mind thinking about your selections
Who you gon choose and pick when you getting your sentence
Come back from jail years later find out everyone left yah
Would rather rot on a throne than florish with your brethren
Telling you its fucked how people think its aii to be extra
Show them some fire shit they gon act like they always felt yah
Fuck what they all be doing fuck my consistent bitching
Im not one to attack without lookin at my position
Yes i complain alot yes i dont do much fixing
But fuck it nigga im free to sit on a mic for livings
You acting like you aint seen millionaires born from nothing
You acting like you aint dreamed to see the penthouse floor hundred
Im not a ville nigga bastard
Im just a ville nigga casher
Know where to get the best weed it comes down to a magic
Throw the ball alley oop
Couper it with my fashion
Mcm on my baggage i got tags lookin backwards
The cow jumped over the moon trynna get rich faster
I came through with the OOOO go ahead pass em
Green light got me going
The mic get me been flowing
I learned from the greats
Damn nigga i owe em
Spitting bars on a page
Saliva all on my paper
Nigga i been went insane
Hold me down like a staple
I saw you the other day
Hangin out with some haters
I saw it clearer than ever
You the same as those fakers
Dior shades on my body
Wearing Js on my feet
Amiri right for the jean
Angels right for the meets
I got an angel on my shoulder
Your angel bout 6 feet deep
So if you talk and you talk
You gon be scared get no sleep
Cuz if i catch you you dead
Ghetto niggas got heat
Go to church if you preach
Not how it was in those streets
Thinkin bout what to eat
Hungry thinkin bout green
Greedy nigga with paper
Greedy nigga a fiend
Ive gone to places and I've had bitches offer me face
Ive gone to places and I've had plugs offer me drank
I've seen some things that I'd never bring out into day
I've lived through shit that would make you wanna faint
We spill drinks to honor the dead
I seen niggas go crazy in the head
Shit will drive you crazy
I seen gunshot wounds being taken care of at a Wendy's
I know it might not seem allat but the problem ain't shit phase me
Credits
Writer(s): Jabez Munoz-pujols
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