[Verse 1: Vantae]
Made an oath with the music
50 cents and a dream
Get rich or die trying
So I'm dogging graveyards
And I'm working them grave shift
And I'm writing that dope shit my wrist have artsiest
Gerry Coleman luck I'm always coming up short
Interventions with myself and I need yall support
Peers turn peer jury's, supreme court
Success is a mistress a pimp couldn't court
A lady of the night, a prostitute she need the loot
Don't get me wrong she ain't knocking boots she selling fame
Minutes of that 15
Give my best 16
A nigga only 17
Naw yall can't feel my pain
Popping pain revilers but my faith in Jesus
And everything I spit got a underline thesis
I just want yall to feel me yall don't need rap genuis
Craving that recognition, trying to get the record spinning
Stevey to my potential, so dope
Gotta push it in intervals
And call that a verse no premeditate the hearse
And I dont mean to boast
But ill shit coming out my lounges tuberculous
Yeah I spit that raw
With a broken jaw
Kanye through the wire that's what spark the fire
106 and park, influence from the start
But that was impossible had to push that back
Until 8th grade I was spitting up like macs
That's 10's and 11's now I preach like a reverend
They pay attention when I pass that basket for collection
Who says reverends dont ever stack up revenue
I've been broke to long man I need that revenue
But mama always said patience a virtue
Gazuntight out the womb got might bless you
He bless me
Humble but I sound like a push crack
Made an oath with the music
50 cents and a dream
Get rich or die trying
So I'm dogging graveyards
And I'm working them grave shift
And I'm writing that dope shit my wrist have artsiest
Gerry Coleman luck I'm always coming up short
Interventions with myself and I need yall support
Peers turn peer jury's, supreme court
Success is a mistress a pimp couldn't court
A lady of the night, a prostitute she need the loot
Don't get me wrong she ain't knocking boots she selling fame
Minutes of that 15
Give my best 16
A nigga only 17
Naw yall can't feel my pain
Popping pain revilers but my faith in Jesus
And everything I spit got a underline thesis
I just want yall to feel me yall don't need rap genuis
Craving that recognition, trying to get the record spinning
Stevey to my potential, so dope
Gotta push it in intervals
And call that a verse no premeditate the hearse
And I dont mean to boast
But ill shit coming out my lounges tuberculous
Yeah I spit that raw
With a broken jaw
Kanye through the wire that's what spark the fire
106 and park, influence from the start
But that was impossible had to push that back
Until 8th grade I was spitting up like macs
That's 10's and 11's now I preach like a reverend
They pay attention when I pass that basket for collection
Who says reverends dont ever stack up revenue
I've been broke to long man I need that revenue
But mama always said patience a virtue
Gazuntight out the womb got might bless you
He bless me
Humble but I sound like a push crack
( Vantae )
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