GVO - Cracks (feat. Zip, Marty Gray & Truth)

Probably solo but I move like the mobsters
Third eye crack your shell like a lobster
Probably solo but I move like it's ten of me
Break rules, hate rules, that's good energy
Hate Zip or play Zip, but do I like y'all?
If I ask myself the question, answer's not at all
N***** speaking on topics when they not involved
I don't wanna see a text, DM, no, not a call
Everybody logging in, well I'm signing off
Some n***** think they hard but I know they soft
Big Bowser in this bitch I'm the fuckin' boss
I'ma tear off all them layers, I don't care the cost
Where I'm from, love really cost a thing
Gotta watch how you move 'cause they'll off them things
I rose from concrete, then keep blossoming
And I'ma be here forever, such an awesome thing
Drunk contemplating, will I call her?
25, it's no time for the altar
My phone stay on D.N.D., I'm unbothered
I got enough raps, I should become an author
Hate me 'cause I'm having fun, not acting dumb
Or I'm not out here lying 'bout where I'm actually from
In Bedrock we trust, ain't no folding up
So if n***** want smoke, I stay loaded up
I hear you shout your mantra
Gin in my cup with Fanta
No one to speak apart from
Holiday ghosts in the cracks in the halls of the bedroom
Probably solo but I move like the mobsters
Third eye crack your shell I'm a monster
Probably solo but I move like it's ten of me
Break rules, hate rules, that's good energy
Why you worried 'bout these shoes that you will never fit
If you ask me, I don't know what's your issue is
Baby what's the word, come lemme squeeze the tension
Don't know my real name, told her keep on guessing
Promise me that sweet, that nasty, gushy stuff
Heart emoji on your phone, I'm pulling up
I'm a dope dealer, come see what I'm cooking up
Finally feel more like myself, so it's looking up
I know girls that be fuckin' if the time right
And I know girls that be fuckin from a blind sight
Some fuck for a buck or the limelight
But I might risk it all for you if yo' mind right
Try and not to take things so personal
And always make the right decision so it's purposeful
Yeah I was out here numb and dumb just hurting you
I take good with the bad because I'm versatile
I don't need no validation for this bag I'm chasing
This shit a marathon, y'all, I'm never racing
I been working on myself and all it took was patience
But you ain't never getting on and that's proper placement
Saw my daddy kicking bitches out butt naked
Saw my mama throw the flowers right back in they faces
Then it's me in the middle trading places
Hate Zip or play Zip, but do I like y'all?
If I ask myself the question, answer's not at all
I hear you shout your mantra
Gin in my cup with Fanta
No one to speak apart from
Holiday ghosts in the cracks in the halls of the bedroom
Yuh
I'm a motherfuckin' visionary
Adversary of all things radical
My mind is the definition of practical
Unique in anything imaginable
Live long free spirit, they'll hear it as long as you don't work or act alone
We're here to fight an allegiance full of elitists
Who plan to make the world a waste land and some still can't see it
How many people have to go die before you believe it?
How many people have to go die?
(Wake up!)
See in this day and age, we thrive to survive, we're tired of suffering
To have peace we must all unify, end of discussion
We outnumber them a billion to ten, you know that's something?
Plus, they fear us 'cause we got our demands, and they will hear us
No more division, equality is the one true religion
In God's eyes, everything won't look so suspicious
With all our might that justice will taste so delicious
Still march and fight cause the key is in the ignition
Truth
I hear you shout your mantra
Gin in my cup with Fanta
No one to speak apart from
Holiday ghosts in the cracks in the halls of the bedroom

Written by:
Brandon Harden, Joseph Hewie, Martinus Gray

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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