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champion flow - va$¢0 lyrics

we been on the ropes since pataki & the 5-0 gon har-ss me
cause i’m black i’m young and i’m fly
no gun in my draws but my hat to the back
show my -ss to the law till i die
all my n****z get it from the heights to the stuy
& they on the same rhythm in chi
cause we grind to the rhythm underneath the same ribbon in the sky
nah it ain’t mine but she know i look good in the bm
they know that we them dudes when they seem em
so she gon send them nudes in the dm
& i’m screamin carpe diem free the hood till they free em
n***a am to the pm never coming out the lane that i be in
i’m just tryna make it from the train to the deagan in a range at a decent age ‘fore i see the grave at my current stage
tryna make a little bit of change for the weekend
can i? and i, still got the piff in my pocket
stop and frisk couldn’t stop it
moms said i’m riskin a lot but i’m living on the block
and the dour make it feel like the tropics
take a look into my dilated optics
you could see the mind of a prophet, hear a whole lot of sirens
cause they know them boys prone to the violence
but now i’m on a whole nother mindset
college is callin me but i gotta get these dollars accordnigly
and now a days every little thing so new world orderly
i pray the lord my soul to keep
i know where my heart at till my home is gone
but my city takin bigger ls than the the day we lost corleone tryna keep it cordial but pullin out my sword’s the norm
to control the zone from the bone to the chromosome
can a young n***a hold his own? believe that
when my gs stack all my n-gg-s eat, facts
& you don’t wanna see me on a beat black
talkin bout they wan test me, wrong emcee
n***a you could never contest v
but they wanna hear my moms yell scream
nypd wanna sean bell me
but they’d be beatin up on the wrong mp
no chill b-tton, little bob hutton for the cause indeed
never get it twisted i still got a strong fist lifted for every last family evicted, i could wipe my -ss with a pink slip and tell the manager to eat a d-ck quick dipshit etc
shorten the register they won’t catch me
on the dl like an old athlete i’m too clean but these hoes nasty
& i might get dirty if they ask me
i’m so crafty how i body these beats got a long rapsheet
but i could never hide behind bars
got problem you could hold what’s in my calvin klein draws
i got dreams too, i ain’t tryna sabotage yours
but i gotta get em out at all costs
make em feel my hunger and pain
tell em gentrification integration ain’t one the same
cause i rose from the concrete weathering the thunder and rain
now i conduct the lighting from a tower up in dyckman
you could see me coming up in the game

- va¢0 lyrics

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