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Correct Sid Vishis Lyrics
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[Chorus] You got racks? You got rims? You bought your main girl a pair of them timbs? You slang crack? You whip a benz? Ain't nobody in here give shit You peel caps? You pop xans? You keep your money rolled up in rubber bands? It cost what? A hundred grand? Ain't nobody in here give a shit HALLER IF YA HEAR ME! AYE! Some things never Some things never change Death at bay People stay the same Until they forced to fix it, clear away Mister misbehave Something’s gonna kill em any day Rather that than dwell on something simple anyway I got lotsa nothing Steady clogging up my living space I can’t give away enough to salvage what is truly great You think you would demonstrate Them answers that you offering Shit don't make me sense to me Like most the shit I'm lost in I'm just cruising like The gas is cheap or free Let em beep at me Two miles an hour Tryna blend in with the scenery Camo up the kit and slide above them who was shit to me Past them fucks who didn’t see Underneath the lock and key My way like kickin Sid Vicious Hit up, hit highway, duck prisons Get up, get grind up, get livin Never stop Get it Kill em Do something cool to impress A fool such as me is no less Affected by what you possess I'll never care, don’t fuck with it [Chorus] Anyone with eyes and time can know That that steam don't dance like smoke That pot ain't boiling over Building's burning! Time to go! The truth is all we all hold Will slip through hot hands just like falling snow We ain't ballin We just all in our control But can you follow, yo? Watch the moving cards You can't spot the sucker at the table Then it’s you, my God But what is truly odd Why you double down? Racks up to your ear, my dear Like, “this will draw a fucking crowd!” One day they come around And the next day they gone Meanwhile we hold it down For like a decade strong They keep on talking loud Like they got their headphones on And we just steal their crowd Tear it down and whip that Uber home Boy, please take a bow You're done now I think it's time to go Credits rolling, lights are on Ushers like, “bitch hit the road!” Ain't bouncing back, bitch without magic You ain't Mystikal! With this flow Case is closed Ya trick! Time to go!
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