Letra de Vilez
Yeah, straight from a level only few can imagine, you know?
Turn my vocals up, turn the beat up, let me talk to 'em for a lil' bit
Turn my vocals up, turn the beat up, let me talk to 'em for a lil' bit
Disturbin' my peace asleep was my nightmare's dream
It suddenly seemed the black thoughts intruded the scheme
The setting was on the North, me and [?], of course
Wifebeaters and white Nikes, summer breeze on the porch while coolin'
And plan plottin', my peripheral's smellin'
Oppers parkin' right in front of the spot, just like they coppеd it
Those deep, but one popped out, lookin' for drama
Alеrtin' my city, steady scopin', tinted-out riders
Man who is [?]?
Yeah, throwin' his deuces and I misunderstood
I'm thinkin' probably one of my little brothers from my hood
Grabbed the Glock, cocked, mashin' the [?] forwardly steppin'
(Medic one, [?])
Took us a second late on reaction from second guessin'
Dang, death by 'sociations's what I'm facin'
Cuzzo with Jason, his heart racin', one with the pavement
Slipped as he drew, whippin' the [?], fatal is near
Ponderin' thoughts of university stays another year
My phone [?] nightmares over
Blink it off shoulders, disregardin' a vile closure
The dreams that stick and stay happen often around my waist
Shrugged it off and prepared for the day
Don hit me like, "Jeez" "Man, what's the deal?"
"Brother, I gotta get mine, meet me 'round nine
These suckers gotta pay up this time"
Man, it's like I can't make this up
Suckers are pressed, they luck holdin' a plug's percentage
Fakin' tough while touchin' some bugs (I gotchu)
8:30 ready, activate South to shorties house
Brothers stay shifty with hideouts, no doubt
I bend the corner, interstate ridin', conscious collidin'
[?] and the [?] angels jottin' notes
My memo floats, man
I play the [?] with assistance, really wishin' with shots dishin'
They won't play me out of commission
OG's set stray from beefin' in [?]
'Cause when the Glock sneezes they bless the cool one with holy fillings
Too late, I'm here, back in, in case of action
They glance out the side, [?] through peepholes and crackrooms (I'm outside)
Get to the dough, a TV plays a Martin episode
Don and big bro polishin' poles right on the flo'
Two hours in, somebody's sneakin' from window
Peakin', creepin', (Ay, who was that?) on trigger happy's that ain't need a reason
I thought fast (Nah, nah, nah)
From dreamin' brothers squeezin' and suckers bleedin'
No wonder [?] replaced when you're found last breathin'
It's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile
Whether it's dreams to the real, or realities dream
Retaliation across a civil realism on scenes
West V's, the black community and rangin' '80s
Massacre school survivors are the project babies, uh
Two-O-two-one no difference, just shiftin's
Our blueprinted position [?], yeah
In the end, I sit back and ponder awhile of how now
Everyone will live in vile, hah
Yo, the rest of fives started on a ones, twos, and threes, of course
It suddenly seemed the black thoughts intruded the scheme
The setting was on the North, me and [?], of course
Wifebeaters and white Nikes, summer breeze on the porch while coolin'
And plan plottin', my peripheral's smellin'
Oppers parkin' right in front of the spot, just like they coppеd it
Those deep, but one popped out, lookin' for drama
Alеrtin' my city, steady scopin', tinted-out riders
Man who is [?]?
Yeah, throwin' his deuces and I misunderstood
I'm thinkin' probably one of my little brothers from my hood
Grabbed the Glock, cocked, mashin' the [?] forwardly steppin'
(Medic one, [?])
Took us a second late on reaction from second guessin'
Dang, death by 'sociations's what I'm facin'
Cuzzo with Jason, his heart racin', one with the pavement
Slipped as he drew, whippin' the [?], fatal is near
Ponderin' thoughts of university stays another year
My phone [?] nightmares over
Blink it off shoulders, disregardin' a vile closure
The dreams that stick and stay happen often around my waist
Shrugged it off and prepared for the day
Don hit me like, "Jeez" "Man, what's the deal?"
"Brother, I gotta get mine, meet me 'round nine
These suckers gotta pay up this time"
Man, it's like I can't make this up
Suckers are pressed, they luck holdin' a plug's percentage
Fakin' tough while touchin' some bugs (I gotchu)
8:30 ready, activate South to shorties house
Brothers stay shifty with hideouts, no doubt
I bend the corner, interstate ridin', conscious collidin'
[?] and the [?] angels jottin' notes
My memo floats, man
I play the [?] with assistance, really wishin' with shots dishin'
They won't play me out of commission
OG's set stray from beefin' in [?]
'Cause when the Glock sneezes they bless the cool one with holy fillings
Too late, I'm here, back in, in case of action
They glance out the side, [?] through peepholes and crackrooms (I'm outside)
Get to the dough, a TV plays a Martin episode
Don and big bro polishin' poles right on the flo'
Two hours in, somebody's sneakin' from window
Peakin', creepin', (Ay, who was that?) on trigger happy's that ain't need a reason
I thought fast (Nah, nah, nah)
From dreamin' brothers squeezin' and suckers bleedin'
No wonder [?] replaced when you're found last breathin'
It's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile, it's vile
Whether it's dreams to the real, or realities dream
Retaliation across a civil realism on scenes
West V's, the black community and rangin' '80s
Massacre school survivors are the project babies, uh
Two-O-two-one no difference, just shiftin's
Our blueprinted position [?], yeah
In the end, I sit back and ponder awhile of how now
Everyone will live in vile, hah
Yo, the rest of fives started on a ones, twos, and threes, of course
