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proceed - sirrealist lyrics

[verse 1: sirrealist]
as i proceed to get up out the bed with my side piece
throw my d-ckies on, 45 right beside these nuts
mama put some food up on the table
sippin’ liquor out the burgundy and gold label
“lil nolove, where the f-ck you at?”
grab the keys to the el-co, stash under the seat for the gat
pedal to the floor, b-mpin’ on some gangsta rap
headin’ to the park, i see the homies shootin’ cr-ps
so, i stick around, and throw a couple dollars down
some fools talkin’ sh-t, motherf-ckers gettin’ clowned
funky sounds out the stereo speakers
i reach into my pocket ’cause you know i got the product for the tweakers
sometimes i feel bad, but, “it’s all about the dollars and cents”
said dj quick, and i could never forget
it’s time to dip from the homies and be on my way
hustlin’ in the 805 and it’s just another day

[chorus: malik malo]
just another day in the 805
fools gettin’ shot, somebody gon’ die
home to fake b-tches and youngin’s gettin’ high
keep your circle tight, everybody tellin’ lies

[verse 2: kollege]
another day, another dollar, on the scene again
tryna find your way through life and what the meaning is
whether you were hustlin’ or ballin’, ogs showed you love
had to prove you out to get it, couldn’t be no scrub, that’s a must in god we trust, still f-ckin’ up, fake love and l-st
it f-cked me up havin’ hard times, don’t know who to trust
or who to love, or who to bring along
n-gg-s stay down for ball, but can’t name a song
am i right or wrong, tell me, am i trippin’?
how i’m supposed to look out for n-gg-s supporting from a distance?
how i’m supposed to stay sane when going mental?
how i mask all this pain from what we went thru?
just thoughts from my brain, leak from a pencil
but i’ma stay on my feet, because the rent’s due
and i’m a hustler, c-ssidy inspired us
long as i’m breathin’, i’ll get it
no need to see it, i feel it, uh

[chorus: malik malo]
just another day in the 805
fools gettin’ shot, somebody gon’ die
home to fake b-tches and youngin’s gettin’ high
keep your circle tight, everybody tellin’ lies

[verse 3: inzom]
yea, yea, uh
wake up to the smell of grandma’s cookin’ and gun smoke
she always cross my face ‘fore i exit that front door
prayers for a young player movin’ in troubles
these merky waters treaded daily, my gang came from the struggle
so, we unified, the trust is blurred when the loot is eyed
all want the come up, but won’t do the drive
rather take the truth and fly, fly, fly away
double dutch and city lights, life movin’ like a flame
cries heard through alley ways, time taken by the day
rotation as we age, chromosomes to heaven’s gates
holy ghost to holy plagues, with this chrome we hold our fate
habitat ca, burn a leaf to meditate
hopes and dreams they never fade, most will scheme but never make
sad realities we play, death is right around the way
will you waste the time you’re gave? feel a surge to detonate
or surp-ss the overcast to better days in melodies, melodies, melodies

[chorus: malik malo]
just another day in the 805
fools gettin’ shot, somebody gon’ die
home to fake b-tches and youngin’s gettin’ high
keep your circle tight, everybody tellin’ lies
just another day in the 805
fools gettin’ shot, somebody gon’ die
home to fake b-tches and youngin’s gettin’ high
keep your circle tight, everybody tellin’ lies
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)
(everybody tellin’ lies)

- sirrealist lyrics

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