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Victor B Hill aka Niglevel
Victor B Hill aka Niglevel
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Victor B Hill aka Niglevel
Victor B Hill aka Niglevel
Producer

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It's hard without a plan. It's harder when you trying to Wright I'm chasing dreams feeling the steam on a cold lonely nights Ain't messing. My impression leaves, burning bright The root of the matter I Crack the code now am on flights Despite the shit I have to go through in the hood Mama never said life can be this fucking good Hollywood is a spectacle. Where stars perform You can't take me out of the hood. A place I was born With trick shots you'll get got that's how vic rocks Twenty four seven it's me I see lips drop Twenty four seven it's all good in your flip flops Twenty four seven they collapse in a shock You encounter more than a quarter pounder with heat I'm blazing amazing clashes. Smash in the streets I'm glazing delicious. All the ladies want me I guess they love my home grown rap recipe Ain't got nothing to lose (you got to keep it going watch me) I'm on the dance floor My head stuck in this groove Dreaming fiending for a little bit more Capture this this is something you don't want to miss I hit the pavement I'm so amazing. I'm hot as grits I coexist with cannibals yah there on the list They ride like Rangers. It's danger. Get my drift I work shifts night and day trying to get ahead I'm overloaded with confident while I'm making this bread Can't turn my head on my logic the indicators are red All the gauges about to pop It got you shaking a leg Call the feds it a emergency as well as urgency No courtesy when I'm on track. You ain't heard for me I woke up in life. In a fucked up murder spree Just like currencies keep moving like they doing it purposely I guarantee you. I will keep on stroking I'm striking everything in my path. Your eyes open The ink smoking. You cowards keep on approaching me Quoting me. I'm about to make history Ain't got nothing to lose I'm on the dance floor Baby my head stuck in this groove Dreaming fiending for a little bit more Making money can be funny. So what I'm thinking honey of a energizer bunny scenes that's uncut The way you strut you got a swag that can drive me nuts Freak it out peak it out. I don't give a fuck Who you will trust labor me a brilliant figure Resilient niger. It all depends on how I make this liquor One hundred proof from the soul watch as I deliver Some glitter shit I'm about to spit sick without a filter Consider many cause so many is intoxicated A drunken style hood banger ringers is dictated You concentrating on the madness that is overrated Highly colored from our own skin. I know you hate it But I made it and dammit ain't looking back My journey ain't done I'm still facing these dark ass tracks Matter of fact I see' em squirming throw a tip in the hat They riding a gurney I'm back Ain't got nothing to lose
Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini, Donald Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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