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Conscious
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Conscious was released on February 17, 2015 by Fly America as a part of the album Lost In Reality
February 17, 2015
LabelFly America
LanguageEnglish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Yo, we here, man
400,000 Downloads, 40,000 sales
It's Fly America, ****
Let's toast to the fact that I rose from the cracks
Now they gotta pay me for the shows and the raps
Don't you get too crazy, got my bros in the back
Shout out my ****, Scrap, he'll leave you where you at
But I ain't into that, I'm tryna keep it so cool
Said I was the man, well, ma'am, that's so true
Even without a signal, my messages go through
Said you want it but I need it, I'm guessin' we both do
Told you that I'm here and don't take it for granted
Tryna open up these doors and I ain't bein' romantic
I drop preseason, now they startin' to panic
Better tell Bruno Mars that we the best on the planet
I'ma get it 'cause I'm so efficient
With more lines than a coke addiction
This broken system can't hold me victim, I know the difference
Frigid, they scratchin' heads, sayin', "No, he didn't"
Go hard, shut down your bars like the prohibition
My family trippin' 'cause I'm rollin' the dice
All the wrongs in my life, I'm here makin' 'em right
Yeah, it cost to be the boss, that's why I'm payin' the price
Turned a dream into a thing, what a hell of a life
It's Battles
Knockin' it out this time
Knock it out then, ****
Little bitches
Little bitches
Uh, yo
Trippy thoughts, baby, don't be scared of the future (Uh)
Don't pretend that you like bein'
Somebody that you ain't used to (Come on)
My flow cold, my mother could see that way before computers (Right)
It started in me and now I got game for all the intruders
'Cause it's world peace 'til the end of times
Smokin' weed and preventin' crime
Tell 'em all my **** finna shine (Yo, all my **** finna shine)
Look, if we yellin' loud, **** told me to settle down
I sped up just to leave suckers, y'all fell off and I held it down
I swear I could sell anything (Sell anything)
Pretty much too big for anything else, look (Right)
Without the wealth, I was spittin' that shit they felt
And bust missions to the studio in that Vegas heat 'til I melt
Come back to life, told 'em I got dabs on that championship belt, uh
Nice guy, but I ain't tryna two-step with ****
Them thirsty **** only make me wanna suplex a **** (Got him)
Fuck who you mad, ****, that dick-ridin' shit is wack to us
Them cool kids, they want change, that's
Makin' motherfuckers adapt to us, uh
It's over, ****
I already told you, ****, it's over, ****
Y'all don't get to hit no more
Written by: DJ Yung 1, J-Cuse
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