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Karma (feat. Cap-1, Yung Berg & Nipsey Hussle)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Karma (feat. Cap-1, Yung Berg & Nipsey Hussle) was released on October 10, 2016 by Dope Supply as a part of the album Xanax 2.5: Side A
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Release DateOctober 10, 2016
LabelDope Supply
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

Lyrics

YB's
Uh, uh
Yeah
I'm in a tug of war cause the streets keep callin'
But I know it's a thin line from when you keep ballin'
To when you start fallin'
Grandmama prayin' for me, told me keep cautious
Hoes be vultures, see you on posters
**** be roaches, they don't mean no good
They gon' try to handle you however that them folks could
Beef outta nowhere, **** want static
Fuck the rap game, I was happy, now it's trappin'
I'm just tryna make it cause my mama asthmatic
All this drama got her breathin' badly, shawty can't stand it
Look at all this shit I been through and I'm still standin'
And the swag so fly, I'm livin' on another planet
Gotta make money, money don't make you
On my knees thankin' God for my second debut
Cause shit is in the hood like it's fuckin' Beirut
Shawty sayin' I ain't called, told her that it takes two
Yeah, and I'm about to take you
I'ma, I'ma take you there
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Some get Range Rovers, some religion change over
Angel on my main shoulder sayin' I can take it over
Mama didn't love him and his daddy didn't want him
Found out he had an older sister out in Minnesota
And maybe if he walked across the stage with that diploma
And didn't smoke five or six blunts of marijuana
Every day, then he would see a brighter day tomorrow
Like Mary J., he would live life with no drama
But there goes karma, climbin' through my window
My **** say she sleepin' with my friends and on my kinfolk
Cap say she seen him with a **** in a Benzo
Nip say she seen him with a **** from the Six-O
Said it's sayin' somethin', brains on the six-four
Rah, rah, who's fuckin' with her?
I holla'd at Black Tye, we was at a black tie affair
Cher and Stevie Wonder was there
A whisper in my ear, you seem unprepared
There's some **** over there, you ain't seen them in years
Had everything tailored, chinchillas exposed
Poppin' at a table next to Sylvia Rhone
And shit we used to share, Hilfiger cologne
Eyes starin' at me like, lil' ****, you grown
CNN playin', Obama was on
Should I live for today or tomorrow? Good dealin' with karma
Yeah, look
Open cases, bullets explode in faces
Investigation, doctor said he ain't gon' make it
Let me take it where it's all about survival
Your neighborhood is what you die for
I'm so caught up in the rapture of love for my hood
It's a damn shame, still on deck like I'm Suge
With one foot in these streets and one foot in this music
So hard to get it, but so easy to lose it
I signed my deal, went home, went to jail
Beat the case, back out with more dope on the scale
To my **** Jay Stone, yeah, Loc, I'm for real
To my bro Black Sam, I got dough for your bail
Holla at me, from white t-shirts and blue khakis
To hoppin' out the back of Maybachs like yellow taxis
The fact is your boy came up, ****, what's happenin'?
But I ain't gotta talk it cause I'm speakin' through my actions
I heard karma's a bitch, don't give her an inch
When she scream in your face, you cannot flinch
'Fore 50 Cent baby mama crib went in flames
'Fore Common dropped the cents from the end of his name
She bend through the veins, travel through the ventricles
She make men disappear like where the hell is Mystikal?
That's a shame, that's pitiful, Suge went bankrupt
And sold Death Row to some old white bitch in makeup
Even got Jacob the Jeweler, call it Karma Sutra
Even got Slick Rick the ruler
For one of his eyes, the devil in disguise
From Texas to LA, NY to the Chi
Grey skies, skies, God, can you part him?
And pardon them, as the coroner
Caught him on a gurney to the morgue, the journey of the poor
Pastors praise the Lord, yet dirty like the floor
A bum sleep on, as karma get it creep on
And screw the whole country, karma get its freak on
She made Pastor Gay shoot his son Marvin
It's so simple, kids steal cause they starvin'
And I'm the son of karma, the baby in the garbage
Like Brenda was my mama, my daddy was Obama
Bringin' forth change like four quarters in a dollar
We live amongst the thugs while we speakin' with the scholars
We are the ballers, disciples and rollers
Call me snakes like I'm playin' Fluke for a cobra
While another soldier dies, bruh, we don't need this
Had a dream I seen Martin Luther King with Jesus
Sittin' in the strip club, makin' it rain
Such blasphemy, why Lucifer passin' me champagne?
It's a shame, my boy Rick got a baby that's sick
But he used to kill for nothin', ain't karma a bitch?
Yeah, and that's real
90 Days, karma, man
What go around, come around, always
Shout out to Nipsey Hussle, Young Berg, Cap 1
Cinematic, baby
Epic Records, we are the future
Written by: Carlos Vargas
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