AZ, Jaheim - The Wheel lyrics

Yeah, it's time, Black it's time
You feel that magnetic, right? Let's get 'em

And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
Hopin', turnin', tryna roll uphill
Twist that cap, nigga, pop that steel
If the purp' don't get 'em
Then the cocaine will
And you know, and you know, and
You know that it's real, yeah, oh
But, you don't know
You don't really know how to feel
(Ah ah ahh)

Trust is costly (Uh, huh)
Ain't life a bitch? Girl, just divorce me
Timepiece frosty that's why you only get one
Chance to cross me drip so saucy, oh
Three different chicks
One caramel mocha coffee heaven help me, oh
'Cause, I'm still caught in the wheel

Luxury car livin', I'm island-hoppin'
The album's droppin'
D'USSÉ champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Procеssin' the accolades of life
Calculatin' thе hate, evaluatin' the price
It's known
On style alone, I can carry my own
Calm demeanor, though with various tones
I raise hell
When your future's as fresh as you sneakers
You age well from the beeper era of reefer
Puffers that make bail
Won't tell, been through it, been influenced
Been a student, bossed up
This been a movement can't stop it
Rockin' chains and flyin' objects
Frames over the optics, I refrain to gossip
Gotta get it, it's vivid, definin' physics
Remindin' critics my kind is exquisite
Respect first, then we focus on net worth
That's how I work from the dirt
When it's thirst and death flirts

And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
(Stay alert)
Hopin', turnin', tryna roll uphill
Twist that cap, nigga, pop that steel
If the purp' don't get 'em
Then the cocaine will
(They killin' they self, haha)
And you know, and you know, and
You know that it's real, yeah, oh
But, you don't know
You don't really know how to feel
(Ah ah ahh)

Kids and the dope bodies be
Poppin' the most molly provoke hommies
That's why it cocked and close by me
Clear vision, never stare, my ears listen
I hear different, it's a scarce
Weird condition
Move doly, send whoever, he can't hold me
Dance like Durant on the court, a young Kobe
Son cozy, back spin, I'm patched in
What I spill could make a ice
Grill nigga crack a grin gotta school him
Too many fraudulents'll fool 'em
One-two 'em, or the police or I'ma do 'em
It's dysfunction, in the mix
Don't miss nothin'
From crack flips to now rap shit
It's just hustlin'
Follow suit, find a circle and alley oop
And you too could hop in
Ferraris and Audi coupes
King status, built from dreams
It seem lavish but anything attached to a
Fiend can bring madness

And we're all just spokes in a big ol' wheel
(Savages) hopin', turnin', tryna roll uphill
Twist that cap, nigga, pop that steel
If the purp' don't get 'em
Then the cocaine will
And you know, and you know, and
You know that it's real, yeah, oh
But, you don't know
You don't really know how to feel
(Ah ah ahh)

The saga continues