Letra de Vibe (Interlude)
I vibe with this shit
I vibe with this shit
I vibe with this shit
Vibe (Vibe, vibe, vibe)
Ten summers on the road, I'm tryna survive in this shit (Survive)
Haven't cheat quite a lot because I kept on puttin' my mind to this shit
I'm buildin' up wealth for my kids, 'cause I put my mind to this shit (Err, err)
I vibe with this shit
Vibe (Vibe, vibe), vibe
Ten summers on the road, I'm tryna survive in this shit (Survive)
Haven't cheat quite a lot because I kept on puttin' my mind to this shit
I'm buildin' up wealth for my kids, 'cause I put my mind to this shit
My momma told me that I'm blessed (You blessеd)
Thank you, momma
She also told me, "It's a test"
Thank you, momma
Man, I always gavе her stress
I'm sorry, momma
Gave more and took less
Guess it's part of the success
Sometimes I guess less is more
I ain't out to impress
My hustle, my watch is irreguar
Ain't anywhere with no Mitchell & Ness
Perfectionist, anonymous
Genius, misogynist
Criminal, activist
These names that I've heard
Meanwhile I'm kickin' shit like I am kickin' a turd (Kick)
I got me a trophy, just sittin' at home
I guess I done more than to spazz
My momma told me that she blessed me
So go and get married, and get me some kids
I told her, "I'm in a good space at the moments
Let me keep fuckin' on beats"
When I'm content, I will just disappear
Get a jet, hit the clouds (Clouds, clouds, clouds)
Vibe
(That's Chucks)
Err, err
Ten summers on the road, I'm tryna survive in this shit (Survive)
Haven't cheat quite a lot because I kept on puttin' my mind to this shit
I'm buildin' up wealth for my kids, 'cause I put my mind to this shit (Err, err)
I vibe with this shit
Vibe (Vibe, vibe), vibe
Ten summers on the road, I'm tryna survive in this shit (Survive)
Haven't cheat quite a lot because I kept on puttin' my mind to this shit
I'm buildin' up wealth for my kids, 'cause I put my mind to this shit
My momma told me that I'm blessed (You blessеd)
Thank you, momma
She also told me, "It's a test"
Thank you, momma
Man, I always gavе her stress
I'm sorry, momma
Gave more and took less
Guess it's part of the success
Sometimes I guess less is more
I ain't out to impress
My hustle, my watch is irreguar
Ain't anywhere with no Mitchell & Ness
Perfectionist, anonymous
Genius, misogynist
Criminal, activist
These names that I've heard
Meanwhile I'm kickin' shit like I am kickin' a turd (Kick)
I got me a trophy, just sittin' at home
I guess I done more than to spazz
My momma told me that she blessed me
So go and get married, and get me some kids
I told her, "I'm in a good space at the moments
Let me keep fuckin' on beats"
When I'm content, I will just disappear
Get a jet, hit the clouds (Clouds, clouds, clouds)
Vibe
(That's Chucks)
Err, err