Survival of the trillest, social barwinism
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Survival of the trillest, social barwinism
When i pick up the pace, you can't face the momentum
No painkillers here, I roll up to get numb
No dolla sign for peace of mind, I'm tryna get some
Put out a tape and started workin on the next one
Nothin but creative mothaf*ckas in my section
Real, authentic, natural expression is what i specialize in
I ain't been outside in a minute, i ain't hiding
My dreams vibrant but constantly colidin
With reality i believe in the timing
Clout loadin
Initializin
Waitin for the gram to verify em
For blue checks like who next
I pull to yo duplex, you square up then I suplex
Yo girl she give me loose neck
Been on my grind, going hard, i need a new deck
Couple dabs in the mornin, i ain't go to school yet
I was gettin barbeque lit
Shootin shit like cupid but I'm no longer stupid
Settin myself up for demise like I was tying these nooses
But i had to rebuke it
Trying to do something constructive, send yo criticism
If you dont think for your self then you been imprisoned
Listen to yo heart, they doubt with cynicism
Don't give a f*ck about them charts, I'm spittin with the rhythm
Cause id rather be broke with ambition than rich with a price tag on my opinion
Uhh
I'm a lyrical ascender, mind bender, you shall not censor anything i say
When i enter set that shit ablaze
Hot embers, cold Decembers burn the same way
Got temper cause you sippin haterade
Cause I'm clearly a contender in this mothaf*ckin game
Wow what a shame
Cafe Sin Leche - Peace of Mind (feat. Chris Cioli) Lyrics
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Survival of the trillest, social barwinism
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Survival of the trillest, social barwinism
When i pick up the pace, you can't face the momentum
No painkillers here, I roll up to get numb
No dolla sign for peace of mind, I'm tryna get some
Put out a tape and started workin on the next one
Nothin but creative mothaf*ckas in my section
Real, authentic, natural expression is what i specialize in
I ain't been outside in a minute, i ain't hiding
My dreams vibrant but constantly colidin
With reality i believe in the timing
Clout loadin
Initializin
Waitin for the gram to verify em
For blue checks like who next
I pull to yo duplex, you square up then I suplex
Yo girl she give me loose neck
Been on my grind, going hard, i need a new deck
Couple dabs in the mornin, i ain't go to school yet
I was gettin barbeque lit
Shootin shit like cupid but I'm no longer stupid
Settin myself up for demise like I was tying these nooses
But i had to rebuke it
Trying to do something constructive, send yo criticism
If you dont think for your self then you been imprisoned
Listen to yo heart, they doubt with cynicism
Don't give a f*ck about them charts, I'm spittin with the rhythm
Cause id rather be broke with ambition than rich with a price tag on my opinion
Uhh
I'm a lyrical ascender, mind bender, you shall not censor anything i say
When i enter set that shit ablaze
Hot embers, cold Decembers burn the same way
Got temper cause you sippin haterade
Cause I'm clearly a contender in this mothaf*ckin game
Wow what a shame
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
I hate 12 no joke dont get me started with em
Off the lahey, old ways, man I'm partin with em
Rock the fakie in a bowl, I've been carvin in em
Survival of the trillest, social barwinism
When i pick up the pace, you can't face the momentum
No painkillers here, I roll up to get numb
No dolla sign for peace of mind, I'm tryna get some
Put out a tape and started workin on the next one
Nothin but creative mothaf*ckas in my section
Real, authentic, natural expression is what i specialize in
I ain't been outside in a minute, i ain't hiding
My dreams vibrant but constantly colidin
With reality i believe in the timing
Clout loadin
Initializin
Waitin for the gram to verify em
For blue checks like who next
I pull to yo duplex, you square up then I suplex
Yo girl she give me loose neck
Been on my grind, going hard, i need a new deck
Couple dabs in the mornin, i ain't go to school yet
I was gettin barbeque lit
Shootin shit like cupid but I'm no longer stupid
Settin myself up for demise like I was tying these nooses
But i had to rebuke it
Trying to do something constructive, send yo criticism
If you dont think for your self then you been imprisoned
Listen to yo heart, they doubt with cynicism
Don't give a f*ck about them charts, I'm spittin with the rhythm
Cause id rather be broke with ambition than rich with a price tag on my opinion
Uhh
I'm a lyrical ascender, mind bender, you shall not censor anything i say
When i enter set that shit ablaze
Hot embers, cold Decembers burn the same way
Got temper cause you sippin haterade
Cause I'm clearly a contender in this mothaf*ckin game
Wow what a shame
Writer: Chris Cioli
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid