Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vendetta, artist - Elijah Blake. Album song Drift, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Def Jam Recordings (ARTium Records), Universal Music
Song language: English
Vendetta |
Hey, I got a dollar and a dream |
It’s all a nigga got so it’s about that green |
And I’m all up in that spot, hey |
Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted |
The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive |
Money and clothes I done dreamed about |
And all the hoes that I fiend about |
Ay, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had? |
Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream |
Why do we cling to the villains, knowing they kill 'em? |
My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling |
Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook |
Filled with dreams, this is my hope book |
Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily |
At times I question God, |
can you blame me? |
They can’t tame me |
My voice screech through the streets, I’m a beast on 'em |
Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him |
He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him |
But never will he run unless you call police on him |
One time, two times, three times |
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign |
It’s two sides to a nigga though |
I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo |
Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low |
Lord, will I die? |
Will I survive? |
Let a nigga know |
You say you know me but what side did you get to know? |
It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo |
Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans |
Wasn’t for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands |
But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there |
Not understanding we could lose our life there |
And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance |
Uh, as lil niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin |
Type of nosy ass niggas to watch the fight until it’s over |
They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer |
Foolish, what was I thinking? |
Wasn’t trying to be cool, it’s |
Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger |
When a stranger get to violating |
He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I’ll annihilate him |
I’m tired of waiting on my ticket out this muh’fucker |
Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this muh’fucker |
I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was? |
I gotta know |
Will I make it like I thought I would? |
I gotta blow |
One time, two times, three times |
Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I’m throwin' up the peace sign |
It’s two sides to a nigga though |
I said it’s two sides to a nigga, yo |
Ay look, sometimes I’m feeling high then I’m feeling low |
Lord, will I die? |
Will I survive? |
Let a nigga know |
You say you know me but what side did you get to know? |
It’s two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo |
Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the Ville |
One side dreams, the other side’s real |
One side schemes, the other side deals |
What the pain brings, another mother cry still |
Why the fuck am I here, God? |
That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive? |
I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me |
And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me |
Blessed homie, we breathin', |
cold world got me sneezing |
Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even |
Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen |
In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit |
How could I fuck her raw? |
And I just met the ho |
My dick took over, it ain’t never felt this wet before |
I’m stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it |
Make this shit so bad, |
I had a condom in my pocket |
Lets change the topic, before I go berserk, |
I’m so alert |
Riding down 95 |
, nah, I ain’t finna to go to work |
I’m headed back home, ain’t staying that long |
I’m chasing dreams shawty, I’m paying back loans |
I’m paying dues that a nigga paying tax on |
I’m tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone |
I’m playing daddy to another nigga daughter |
Don’t worry, even Jesus never saw his real father |
It don’t bother me at all though |
Yeah, say it don’t bother me at all |
They got me thinking 'bout my mom though |
Man, I can’t wait to sing this song |
I’ll be like, I’ll be like |
Hey, don’t cry, hey, oh no |
'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more |
We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid |
We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed |
Don’t cry, hey, oh no |
'Cause we ain’t gotta worry 'bout the money no more |
We ain’t gotta worry 'bout how them bill get paid |
We ain’t gotta worry how the meals get fed |
Hey, hey, hey |