Fredfades, The Koreatown Oddity, M.E.D., Ivan Ave - Always lyrics

No no, you can’t see me
I don’t wanna see them either
Better pray I don’t see em’
Last time I seen em’ was in
The spice isle lookin’ salty
I stepped out with some warm
Brew in a cold breeze
On my way to catch a airplane, go overseas
Childhood dreams
Looked down from the window seat like
Who on the boulevard be spittin’ like Ave?
I got newborns and dying folks giving me dap
I got two arms three legs kickin’ these raps
All three falling asleep when
I listen to cats always
Outta pocket like a grown kangaroo
They can’t see me on a cloudy afternoon, Ave
You can catch me in some panties near you
Or sharing fruit's with Akashik on
Some Mutual I shit we on that other tip
Till the mothership appears
The humble hustle will document the fields
We lost some good ones, lost in their ways
But through these sounds we
Will be here always peace

I don’t know what they want from me
Can’t you see? I’m giving you everything
Mobbin’ down my block with a
Arm full of records
Swosh, disintegrated on my Cortez’es
In my head I hear the chords from The Message
Especially when life is pushing me
Closer towards the edge is
Gotta keep my boat rowing
Towards the treasures
Gotta keep it going for the legends
Things is lookin’ good as baby
Girl in them leggings
When you gotta do a double take to
See it for a few more seconds
Always stay in tune with these blessings
Even when they in disguise
But, I’m like they ain’t gotta hide
A nigga stock on the incline
And those tryin’ to deny
I’m like why the fuck you lyin’? Always

Yeah, MED some real shit going down
Look came up from the bottom like
Air bubbles and Sprite, day and nite
Live my life the? My click long sided
Move?, move interlude when I rhyme
MED outta groove like a diamond
4’5 static for the candid
Duvets for the 2 step
Music for the grind made me Hugh Hefs
Cross planets, more Ex’s than mathematics
On good terms of return sex and cooked salmon
Champion Sound pounding out the Benz wagon
Speedin’,? Behind tent leanin’
Speakin’ of the inner ways
See the scheme of waist
Meditatin’ lightning zage prayin’
On better days lately I don’t trust none
Come from age, laying low as customs
We gettin’ paid
Haze cloud is the only shade around
And memory of?
Will always hold it down for the OX C
Sincerely yours MED bitch nigga