Vicite - Reincarnation Lyrics

(Tears of Joy)

Yeah, I'm so f*cking tired
I died but I came back with a Glock 45
Might walk up in this bitch with them racks and I won't hide
I miss my f*cking dog but I promise that I won't cry

At times it's so hard being alive
But I gotta keep my head up with my bread up, reasons I won't die, yeah
I can never let up, got her legs up, bitch, Ima dive in deep
Why no one ride with me
Smoking oz's until I can't see

I leave the past in the past
Why you f*cking up, why you gonna crash out
I get the cash and I laugh, puffing Og until I pass out
Still working on my craft, everyone gasp like I'm a man now
Them hoes put bro on blast, now he asking for a handout

Hope foenem got my back, cause I hold it down
I don't like to frown, it's finna drive me 6 feet in the ground
I've been doing this shit for some time, like where is my crown
I don't even listen to those guys, cause they some clowns, wow

Yeah, yeah, I needa smoke for a minute, I'm with it
Cause lil' bro tripping, it's probably not clicking
I'm only here for the gas and the chicken
Who's on your ass, push up like a piston
See me riding fast in that Winston
Oh, how'd he go missing
They found him bloody in the kitchen

Yeah, I'm so f*cking tired
I died but I came back with a Glock 45
Might walk up in this bitch with them racks and I won't hide
I miss my f*cking dog but I promise that I won't cry

At times it's so hard being alive
But I gotta keep my head up with my bread up, reasons I won't die, yeah
I can never let up, got her legs up, bitch, Ima dive in deep
Why no one ride with me
Smoking oz's until I can't see

I don't give no f*ck about apologies
I still got your ash all up on my Prada jeans
So change your act and go ahead, unfollow me
I still got hoes, who finna f*ck and swallow me

Yeah, I don't wear Boohooman, you a boohoo man, damn
And I got buku plans, eating fufu yams, damn
I been smoking about a hundred grams
In that whip finna f*cking slam
And my clip long, it's to the f*cking ground
Smoking loud, but you don't hear a sound

Yeah, I'm so f*cking tired
I died but I came back with a Glock 45
Might walk up in this bitch with them racks and I won't hide
I miss my f*cking dog but I promise that I won't cry

At times it's so hard being alive
But I gotta keep my head up with my bread up, reasons I won't die, yeah
I can never let up, got her legs up, bitch, Ima dive in deep
Why no one ride with me
Smoking oz's until I can't see