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Genre
Charts
Peak #1,391
Peak in subgenre #106
Author
Neeko Vercetti
Uploaded
March 11, 2011
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:03
Lyrics
My thought process is family, sanity, granting me heavenly clarity to see a solidified opportunity. I'm doing my very best to see success and I'm blessed, oh yes. I'm counting my steps I chronologically flex. My mental status progressing, knowledge delivering lessons. Add book prowess to street smarts, I'm the white collar bredren. Death I'm not dreading 'cause I know very well where I'm going and it's only a matter of time before it approaches. Meanwhile, I'll be raising my sons and loving my wife. See a smile on my face instead of stressing the strife. Put a notch up on my waist 'cause I don't live by the knife. Keep your pistols. I don't play russian roullette with my life. This my pleasure. I don't need you to read me my rights. Stacking treasure, diamond in the rough, Arabian nights. Over weather, I'm an eagle. I soar to new heights. Now, check your feathers 'cause they ruffled. Go book you a flight. Let me see, what's new, original, undefined? See, I'm getting money. Finance on monetary climb. No, this is not temporary. My life is a grind, living every minute and counting my blessings everytime. Focus on the level I'm at, boosting my family's status and my speeches pounding the track. Who's in my path don't matter. I'm pushing up, not falling back. Choosing flights, got my baggage in first class. I'll take bread and cheese with my cabbage. Stress is not an issue. My entire world is golden. Dressed up in my good shoes, admiring the ocean, yes, I'm in a good mood. Good weather, so I'm floating. Show me something new. I drove from coast to coast coasting. No doze is slow motion. Guzzling NOS, kudos to my host, yes, I'm cool with the boss. Push flows, get dough, I'm parusing the cost. Hook sold, change clothes and I move to a loft. I want the root of all evil, cash and more money, lighting cigarettes with a dollar bill or a hundred. Stacks of many federal notes with no charges, greedy I may be, but I sure as much ain't retarded. My family needs a lot, much more than you can conceive. I believe they deserve and they keep faith in me, so I grind, work, hustle, mastermind, conquer. No divide, I'm not into subtracting my offers. The buck stops here if I am to coin a phrase still I'm putting in more than two cents to save. Rappers get paid. I'm trying to earn a raise, climbing until I gaze and see skies aren't gray. With my glasses on my face, I could run my pace and still leave no trace, from birth to dirt in this race. No sympathy for jocking space, an utter disgrace. When I skate, watch out. I got no brakes! My soul bleeds pure through these words, I assure. May I please unleash my fury from the core? Beast out, get loud, throw a fuss, show out, be myself, act wild, have fun, throw down, settle down? I already have. Now, I am Don. King of my throne that my Queen sits on. Beat on my lungs, so, I spit out verses. Choke on the lies, so, I leave you at the pulpit. Stick with emotions and believe you'll achieve. Right by your side. I'll alieve. You reprieve. Chill. On the low, man, I got this, folk. I will be by your side once we get this dough, this cake, this chedder. Accumulate weather, making it pour like lava, volca-no erupt, I'm cool enough, speed up. Make enough? I could never make enough until I die. Understand, I'm still pushing looking at my elders. Stay processing, no chatter, I'm clever, mind shredder, birthed measure, upscaler to a better steady level where I never settle. Heavy metal fellow, I mean, flow, I mean, no, I mean, yo, I mean, WOAH! I AM NOT A rapper! I am not a zero, not Neo or Nicole, Tito or Dino. Last name Vercetti, first name Neeko.
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