Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transition, artist - Brian FrescoDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Transition |
| [Into: GLC} |
| What up? |
| This is GLC |
| The Ism |
| Speaking this apostle gospel |
| And this player-like vision |
| Had to get on with my youngin' by the name of Fresco |
| Let’s go |
| Blowin' on this motherfuckin' petrol |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| That’s that gas |
| We always gon' motherfuckin' outlast the motherfuckin' feds |
| Wanna get up with my little homie? |
| Go ahead and pay money |
| As I rotate through these windy city streets |
| With my true player partner by the name of Brian Fresco |
| And SaveMoney |
| This shit is not a mirage |
| You know what I’m saying? |
| These nay nayer’s frauds, better get on your job |
| Champagne with the breakfast |
| Every day a celebration |
| Living gold and when I walk in isolation, vibrations |
| Got these bitches eyes' rapin' |
| Niggas hatin' |
| Still never say shit, never phase shit |
| If you’re trying to shake my hand 'cause they feel a nigga made it |
| Shouts to XXL where these bitches think I’m famous |
| And then they give Snapchats to me shameless |
| Every row some titties shakin' |
| Somebody tell Amy that she deserve an Oscar |
| And I got her when I make it |
| Uh, pop a Xan, calm me down |
| Shit, anxiety been gettin' to me |
| I got a feelin' all these nights gon' rest assured my fam comfy |
| Turn the to hella bands |
| Turn the YouTube mp3 to hella fans |
| And turn my peers into groupie class |
| And got my haters pissed |
| I hope you get the jist |
| I got a bucket list |
| It got me livin' lit |
| I put that on the 6 |
| Say it’s been a couple years, we’ve been workin' |
| Wow, niggas raw like the hitters |
| Lights is on us now |
| Lights is on me |
| People watch like, «What he on to? |
| What he thinkin'? |
| What he gonna do? |
| He done drop on my |
| So drop so money, what’s next? |
| Proof? |
| Hope this Casanova shit you been talkin' gon' do the thang for you |
| Swear you deserve it |
| Lot of niggas out here rappin' with no purpose |
| And your shit get past the circuit cutting deep |
| Then I think that you should |
| Celebrate like the Super Bowl |
| Celebrate like the Super Bowl.» |
| Finger super froze |
| Ring big like the Super Bowl |
| Hundred super old |
| Super Bowl parade when I touch down |
| The city love me |
| Tell Mayor Rahm I need a key |
| Unlock the city, let my niggas fill they tummies |
| As the fruits grow, the labors shrink |
| Open mics to sold out shows |
| RIP to brother Mike |
| 'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home |
| And when they call us home, just know the doves cry |
| Been on the block since service |
| Seen the whole pie |
| Momma came in, saw me meddlin' |
| Like, «Called his father» |
| Daddy came home like, «Son, this how we beat the bottom |
| And I don’t encourage you, but if you do, better serve like you Frank Luke |
| Be your own boss, of your own road, get your own crew |
| Never let these niggas contain you |
| Get your own court, get your own ball |
| Shit, I took that shit and ran with it |
| Now I’m in the club with Chance and Vic |
| They poppin' bottles, shower models |
| But the bands different |
| They swipe their cards out |
| But why? |
| 'Cause the hustle different |
| That’s why I got tunnel vision |
| 'Cause I can’t see these niggas |
| I’m in the fast lane |
| Stuck in traffic, bitchin', empty gasoline |
| I came from building |
| Fuck your block |
| My house was 20 feet |
| Ellis Park ain’t never bred a bitch |
| That’s why I’m on my feet |
| I’m still screamin' Ida B |
| Like, ain’t no condos up on my own streets |
| Like, I don’t think about that fire land |
| Or when Tionda and Diamond went missing |
| Growing pains, but I’m still growin' |
| Still growin', doing things |
| Going places, but never forget |
| What the low end made me |
| Keep me sane |
| [Outro: GLC} |
| Speak on it player |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| We gotta understand |
| This shit is real |
| As you represent the motherfuckin' land |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| This my man Brian Fresco |
| SaveMoney ain’t a damn thing funny |
| Hopefully you can dig it |
| Dig it deep enough to find treasures |
| And realize that we come from a reckoning power of people |
| Bound by no means beyond motherfuckin' measures |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Shit, this man speakin' the motherfuckin' truth |
| His life is the motherfuckin' proof |
| Shit, the angle is motherfuckin' obtuse |
| And sometimes it’s a little bit acute |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| The hoes choose and these lames out here motherfuckin' lose |
| And you snooze, you lose |
| This is somethin' for your motherfuckin' mind |
| Nothin' for these lames to motherfuckin' include |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Elevate the mind state, not the motherfuckin' crime rate |
| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Shit so motherfuckin' serious amongs our motherfuckin' peers |
| Behold, my true player partner by the name of Fresco |
| Because this year is motherfuckin' his, yeah |
| And I am the motherfuckin' Ism |
| Preach |
| Ism |