Fashawn, Chris Webby, Murs - 2012 Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics
Christian Webster
[Fashawn, Chris Webby, Murs - 2012 Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics]
Mo' ace of Spades to po’
More papes to blow 'nuff haze to roll
Lace the flow
Then embrace the taste of dough
Then vacate on a spacious boat
When the pen hit's the paper
Many men meet their maker
No more props, i want properties and acres
Crib in Jamaica, bitches in Venezuela
Clientele keepin' dipped in the latest
Uh, I’m twisting papers like it's origami
I'm tryna whip the Porsche
With the gorgeous mami
Nigga, I burn the torch then i toss the body
Find the aroma in the loft
It ain't hard to find me
Young efe, crooked letter who do it better?
I shred 'em with the Beretta, nicca
Uh, off the top of the dome
And i be rockin' this microphone
Break 'em down like styrofoam, yeah
Soon as i recite the poem
Niggas know i'm nice at home
Niggas know i’m nice in NY to CA
We fly like paper planes, the gang
There ain’t no difference
Between a gangbanger
And Malcom X, it's the same anger
Just misdirected now neighbourhoods infected
I gotta speak the truth by
The youth i've been selected
Look, so presidential still
Rep my residential, yeah
90019 is my credential
A true artist, brought rap to the museums
Mike bring the raiders back to the coloseum
They say he’s so black that
It's hard to see him
But i'm smiling in my pictures
Word to Morgan Freeman
I do it for the glory, it's for the almighty
Take 50 sins and make millions
Word to Chris Lighty
This rap game yo it’s truly
Been a blessing homie
So i gotta be a blessing through a testimony
I made it through, and you can make it too
Give it all you you got and now
There's nothing they can take from you
Webby back up in this bitch
Runnin at the fucking
Proud to be American huh? Fuck the government
The president ain't doing shit
And everybody knows
Our fucking country is controlled
By corporations CEOs
Tell me how they're locking people up
For 20 bags of 'dro
The people making laws are the
Biggest criminals on the glow
Feelin' this different now tham
I'm old enough
To see right through the media
Search to find the truth through all
The bullshit that they feedin' us
Kids today will learn what
They know from Wikipedia
And take whatever pills the fuckin'
Doc says you needin' ya generation Rx
Now i'm fuckin' dependent on
Attention medication cause i
Been on 'em since i was seven
We need Adderal to wake up
And Ambien to sleep
Vicodin to ease the pain and
Steroids if you're feeling weak
And everybody on the street on the phone
Like they don't give a damn
Kid are learning social skills
From Facebook and Instagram
So i light up a doobie and exhale
Blowing smoke up in they sky
While i'm looking at chemtrails
But grimy politicians my impredictions
I'm like "fuck it" let me just
Enjoy my time while i'm livin', yuh
More papes to blow 'nuff haze to roll
Lace the flow
Then embrace the taste of dough
Then vacate on a spacious boat
When the pen hit's the paper
Many men meet their maker
No more props, i want properties and acres
Crib in Jamaica, bitches in Venezuela
Clientele keepin' dipped in the latest
Uh, I’m twisting papers like it's origami
I'm tryna whip the Porsche
With the gorgeous mami
Nigga, I burn the torch then i toss the body
Find the aroma in the loft
It ain't hard to find me
Young efe, crooked letter who do it better?
I shred 'em with the Beretta, nicca
Uh, off the top of the dome
And i be rockin' this microphone
Break 'em down like styrofoam, yeah
Soon as i recite the poem
Niggas know i'm nice at home
Niggas know i’m nice in NY to CA
We fly like paper planes, the gang
There ain’t no difference
Between a gangbanger
And Malcom X, it's the same anger
Just misdirected now neighbourhoods infected
I gotta speak the truth by
The youth i've been selected
Look, so presidential still
Rep my residential, yeah
90019 is my credential
A true artist, brought rap to the museums
Mike bring the raiders back to the coloseum
They say he’s so black that
It's hard to see him
But i'm smiling in my pictures
Word to Morgan Freeman
I do it for the glory, it's for the almighty
Take 50 sins and make millions
Word to Chris Lighty
This rap game yo it’s truly
Been a blessing homie
So i gotta be a blessing through a testimony
I made it through, and you can make it too
Give it all you you got and now
There's nothing they can take from you
Webby back up in this bitch
Runnin at the fucking
Proud to be American huh? Fuck the government
The president ain't doing shit
And everybody knows
Our fucking country is controlled
By corporations CEOs
Tell me how they're locking people up
For 20 bags of 'dro
The people making laws are the
Biggest criminals on the glow
Feelin' this different now tham
I'm old enough
To see right through the media
Search to find the truth through all
The bullshit that they feedin' us
Kids today will learn what
They know from Wikipedia
And take whatever pills the fuckin'
Doc says you needin' ya generation Rx
Now i'm fuckin' dependent on
Attention medication cause i
Been on 'em since i was seven
We need Adderal to wake up
And Ambien to sleep
Vicodin to ease the pain and
Steroids if you're feeling weak
And everybody on the street on the phone
Like they don't give a damn
Kid are learning social skills
From Facebook and Instagram
So i light up a doobie and exhale
Blowing smoke up in they sky
While i'm looking at chemtrails
But grimy politicians my impredictions
I'm like "fuck it" let me just
Enjoy my time while i'm livin', yuh