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lirik lagu brilliant desires – vic spencer

[intro]
whoo hoo hoo, sheesh
my kind of sh*t man
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[verse]
i want it all baby back in the days i didn’t have to call the ladies
me and my n*ggas used to brawl crazy
i decided to get fresh after all the madness
as long as i’m smoking good then a n*gga gon’ be happy
i’m dripping sipping the d’eusse with the bezel mixed with the lemonade
you gon’ see me outside while y’all been afraid
you’ll never see me on the lemonade blog but i’m lyrical (facts)
it’s different types of levels that it’s hitting you
getting up with all of the legends before i die was a goal for me
i got rid of the squares they couldn’t roll with me
meanwhile i run circles around rapper’s catalogs
it really felt like i had to brawl
it reminded me of what i was talking about in the beginning
i’m never ending, i’m never finished, this is the mission
you win some you lose some
but i draw to scribble art with my baby girls with the heart wounds
outside get me traveling with speed
came back home with the chunks of the weed
habitat raps in the back of a dodge
i’m [?] minivans smoking out the garage
on the low end real high, this is not a façade
a four man entourage will break your squad
green room members, smoke cheech and chong with my n*gga wizard
i remember back then i used to eat gizzards
flipping the bird at the birds that rap like chirps
i was last place but now i’m first (first mother f*cker)
whoever is in second better have a weapon
never look to the devil for all my blessings (nope)
all the quills i paid rent for was build off edges
i survived and it showed off my leverage
after i made the cost of victory i needed a beverage
sat my black ass down and enjoyed my life for a second
(that’s right)
this sh*t not promised no more
they robbing the stores, n*ggas out here mobbing for war
gotta be ready
grab the glock and the machete
rambo sh*t artillery heavy
i’m not putting that black line across my face (naw)
the color of my skin is what build this place
usa owe me $300k a day for the next thirty years
i sit on the curve right next to my wheels
and think about the time when i’m gonna have to write me a will
will smith wouldn’t know how this feel
n*gga yous a crazy rapper, lazy rappers
i wrote this while i was chasing rappers
i knew i was gonna need it now vic’s conceited (yup)
he survived a lot of loop holes but he’s still breathing
beating the system to pieces this is my thesis
completing all my goals the road showed through releases
i look at all the vinyls that sold out
i look at all the vinyl that hung up at my bro house
this is all the sh*t i could ask for
walk into the post office to obtain my passport
i waiting on my card in the mail
soon as it land in my hand i’m the f*ck out of here
[outro]
(yeah boy)
and it’s beautiful motherf*cker
(that’s right n*gga)
that’s how i get down now man
mother f*ckers ain’t f*cking with the way i do sh*t man
i break rules and i [?]
dot or man
preciate this sh*t man
imma put this sh*t to good use man

- vic spencer

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