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T.C.V. Video (MV)




Performed By: R. Vibes
Length: 3:40
Written by: Ryan Holland




R. Vibes - T.C.V. Lyrics




Contemplated on suicide
But I'm too alive
Its for the doors on the whip that fit 2 inside
Gucci slippers nahh these just my nike slides
Red carpet when I arrive
Don't act like you surprised

Things changed now
I made some plays
Made my way out the background
Building my tribe
Issa tribe full of vibes now
Its so crazy how
I get no love in my hometown
I went harder and harder
Im doin well now

Picture me flowin
Get ya Polaroid camera rollin
Google me baby
You gotta do ya homework on me
I be serving these people
The us open
No more okiedokin
With all these artist choking

Live from the belly of the beast (ahh)
Move through the city
Like T'challa did Wakanda
Said I was fly
Hoping I crash
Like La Bamba
Access denied
If I retire
I'm like mamba

You can spot a killer from they eyes
If you Kobe then I'm Phil
Calling plays from the side
First I
Coached Jordan through 6
Then I
Pushed Kobe to get 5

That's a lotta chips lotta wins
Now we got bron and them
Mess around come outta retirement
So many rings ain't no space on the knuckles

Things changed now
I made some plays
Made my way out the background
Building my tribe
Issa tribe full of vibes now
Its so crazy how
I get no love in my hometown
I went harder and harder
Im doin well now

Lets begin
The comparison start to roll in
I hold my tongue
Cuz I know i'm nothing like none of them
But lets pretend
If they said i'm like those legends
Does that make sense
Cuz you don't ride for me
Like you do them

Oops!
I guess the cats outta the bag now
I guess i'm all up in my bag now
They all in head under my hat now
With the music you know i drown em out

If it wasn't for the music tell me where would I be
Would i post on the corners would i ball overseas
I just know a few things I could never ever be
Thats a pig or a Fed I could never be Police

I still post on the corner but the brother sell CD's
And i ball all the time like I'm Joel Embiid
I was born to be a fighter like Apollo Creed
Issa Tribe Called Vibes we ready to Stampede
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Contemplated on suicide
But I'm too alive
Its for the doors on the whip that fit 2 inside
Gucci slippers nahh these just my nike slides
Red carpet when I arrive
Don't act like you surprised

Things changed now
I made some plays
Made my way out the background
Building my tribe
Issa tribe full of vibes now
Its so crazy how
I get no love in my hometown
I went harder and harder
Im doin well now

Picture me flowin
Get ya Polaroid camera rollin
Google me baby
You gotta do ya homework on me
I be serving these people
The us open
No more okiedokin
With all these artist choking

Live from the belly of the beast (ahh)
Move through the city
Like T'challa did Wakanda
Said I was fly
Hoping I crash
Like La Bamba
Access denied
If I retire
I'm like mamba

You can spot a killer from they eyes
If you Kobe then I'm Phil
Calling plays from the side
First I
Coached Jordan through 6
Then I
Pushed Kobe to get 5

That's a lotta chips lotta wins
Now we got bron and them
Mess around come outta retirement
So many rings ain't no space on the knuckles

Things changed now
I made some plays
Made my way out the background
Building my tribe
Issa tribe full of vibes now
Its so crazy how
I get no love in my hometown
I went harder and harder
Im doin well now

Lets begin
The comparison start to roll in
I hold my tongue
Cuz I know i'm nothing like none of them
But lets pretend
If they said i'm like those legends
Does that make sense
Cuz you don't ride for me
Like you do them

Oops!
I guess the cats outta the bag now
I guess i'm all up in my bag now
They all in head under my hat now
With the music you know i drown em out

If it wasn't for the music tell me where would I be
Would i post on the corners would i ball overseas
I just know a few things I could never ever be
Thats a pig or a Fed I could never be Police

I still post on the corner but the brother sell CD's
And i ball all the time like I'm Joel Embiid
I was born to be a fighter like Apollo Creed
Issa Tribe Called Vibes we ready to Stampede
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Writer: Ryan Holland
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