| Yeah, feel it
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| Just gotta feel it
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| Yo, here we go
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| Check
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| It’s the new west coast, best flow
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| The city where them niggas want you to give up and let go
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| But no, it won’t go down
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| That’s why they show love every time I come around
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| I’m young, do it all for my god damn self
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| And I made it this far, I don’t need y’all help
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| Let’s go to the sky where God keep you alive
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| Live life to the fullest cause everybody dies
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| It’s real, they popping guns like pills
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| All we tryna stay fresh and spit rhymes ill, ill
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| I told you do it different
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| Cause I ain’t tryna live life when she getting it
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| She wanna know what it feel like
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| We in love and it feel right
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| We gon' be grinding all night, night
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| She wanna know what it feel like
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| We in love and it feel right
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| We gon' be grinding all night
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| And my mom say «Work hard in school»
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| And I told her I’m trying but them teachers think I’m a fool
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| Like what the hell am I supposed to do
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| Be me momma and I’ma be you
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| You gon' see what I see and everything that I do
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| I’m living, tryna take it to the top
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| That’s why they gon' cop whenever the boy drop
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| I’m hot like L.A. weather in the summer time
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| My girl gave me the track so I’m running mine
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| And I’m Jackie on the takeoff
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| Flow like Saw 3, take a nigga face off
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| Hey y’all tell me when I’m gon' get paid
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| Cut all be short like 8 balls
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| Shout out Pat
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| better homie you get laid off
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| And I don’t know what to say dog, I’m chilling
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| I’m shaded, they feel it, higher than the ceiling
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| There ain’t no coming back when the boy kill it
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| I’m really that dude, I’m really that fly
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| They looking through the tints when they see me riding by
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| I never lie to ya
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| I know I’m that guy to ya
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| I won’t cry to ya
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| But I do cry to myself tryna find this heaven in hell
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| But do I do it for the fame
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| Cause I just want niggas to know my name it’s a shame
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| Trapped in the game, logged on like AIM
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| But really nigga what is my aim? |
| I don’t know
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| You and hit me up, said it’s time to rock the show
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| The crowd like swag, I’ma blow, let’s go
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| And she asks what’s gon' happen to her when the fame come
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| I said girl, that ain’t gon' change nothing
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| But how really would I know
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| Why am I so attached every time she wanna go
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| It’s almost like I can’t let go
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| Let me know man, God told me I’m my own man
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| Time fly, I’m getting grown man
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| My mom’s like «Casey, watch your tone, man»
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| I said «Sorry I was spazzing out»
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| I’m running my mouth
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| So if I haven’t figured out, you don’t know what I’m about
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| You’ll prolly never figure out
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| She wanna know what it feel like
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| We in love and it feel right
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| We gon' be grinding all night, night
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| She wanna know what it feel like
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| We in love and it feel right
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| We gon' be grinding all night
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| I was born in 1993, you feel me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1993 , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Customized Greatly Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп