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ultraviolet - vi finesse lyrics

[verse 1]
this story written while i’m under the pressure
so used to being hard, i’m forgetting the texture
so used to being rainy, i’m forgetting the weather
ultraviolet rays shine, getting shade for the pleasure
too busy to pay attention, i’m just lost in the sound
sending wave after wave ‘til my critics will drown
you send a diss and get it back, i’m retaining the crown
that’s just how it been when you come from my town
fresh couldn’t pick a better rapper to p-ss the torch
i heard roach the other day, changing my course
love songs and wooing girls, now i’m pushing the force
conscious my flow forever ‘til my voice is ho-rs-
either way i’m writing lyrics or writing reports
these boys can’t expect me to show them remorse
and the scene is real, we’re living for more
it’s funny how far i came since rapper’s galore

[hook]
and when this boy meets world and goes off on a tour
paying homage to the homie who was there way before
when i spit hate on me in the back of a store
and he told me don’t stop, so i’m hitting record
if i’m going for broke, i give it all to the poor
if we aim for the ceiling, leave it all on the floor
see people waiting up, that’s just hard to ignore
i had to humble myself and get back to the core

[verse 2]
too many rappers pulling guns, never pulling puns
the scene turns violent, i just spit for fun
the fame and fortune come along, blessing of the curse
and now these fans asking what’s been in the works
my boy just bought a house, living with his lady
my sis is expecting, and it’s her third baby
my friends graduating college, yeah it’s kinda crazy
how i keep my private life quiet lately?
or maybe i talk too much, post all on the book
and grab pens, later jot it down as a hook
tell me why you hate an emcee, why you shook?
why you hate on the youngin’s who will make ‘em look?
it’s ultraviolet rays, you better get your shades
‘cause there’s gonna be sun in your darkest days
i put that on the seven, better up your plays
the temperature is rising, i finna catch ablaze

[outro]
(and when this boy meets world and goes off on a tour
paying homage to the homie who was there way before
when i spit hate on me in the back of a store
and he told me don’t stop, so i’m hitting record
if i’m going for broke, i give it all to the poor
if we aim for the ceiling, leave it all on the floor
see people waiting up, that’s just hard to ignore
i had to humble myself and get back to the core)

- vi finesse lyrics

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