| Yeah, we’re gonna do it like this
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| Look…
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| I’m two things
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| Real and authentic, I had to admit it, I probably ain’t meant for this business
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| My spirit was livid, content with intentions, ambitions to travel through
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| different dimensions
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| Witness my death and ascension
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| What you call it death? |
| I call it seeing out the rest of a vision
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| The lesson, the strength is the method
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| If you live to tell it, go tell it, the blessing is wisdom
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| I see niggas hide behind riches, I done seen niggas act more like a bitch than
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| their bitches
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| I can see through your intentions, you probably reduced to a snitch to improve
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| your conditions, now look
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| Who you impressing? |
| You ain’t a goon you just guessing
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| You ain’t gon' shoot, you just flexing
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| Boy you just testing, dudes who will shoot through the Tesla
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| Oh shit we losing direction, music that used to connect, it’s abused now they
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| use it as leverage
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| And now we just look like buffoons in cartoons and we do it for views and
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| affection
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| The fuck is your daddy? |
| The fuck is your mama?
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| Lil' chicks posting pics in their bra and pajamas
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| Fuck what she see in the mirror, cause she more concerned about what she gon'
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| see in the comments (in the fake world)
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| Everybody real, everybody fake, everybody loyal, everybody hate
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| Everybody seem just a little bit too concerned with the money that everybody
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| make (real world!)
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| Some of y’all real, some of y’all fake, some of y’all post tryna cover up what
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| y’all ain’t
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| Some of y’all don’t know what the fuck y’all is and don’t find out till it’s
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| too late
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| Shit, I been in tune for many moons, confused but then I grew
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| Walked a million miles in these shoes, and then I flew
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| God leave plenty clues of what we could really do
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| We think that we limited, but we real for infinity, woo!
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| Nigga, your enemy’s you, mentally in the vicinity, a friend of me so that you
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| better, pretend to be cool
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| Gotta pretend to be you, your fault, cause it’s your choice or decision of who
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| you givin' your energy to
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| You looking at views, I’m looking at you
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| You’ll never get points for fooling a fool, the future is doom
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| The don’t care to get out a motherfuckin' cocoon
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| Realest nigga in the room, how you doin'? |
| (How you doin'?)
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| Can’t teach that, shit that I’m a beast at
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| Places I done been, they figured I would never reach that
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| And if I did, they said that I would never reach back
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| Showed niggas love, all they showed me was grief back
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| Two fingers, so I give them niggas peace back
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| Preach facts so it leaves tracks in the sand that’ll lead back to the seed that
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| grow past every contradiction you believed that you perceived as
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| Still doper than a fiend stash, somebody better intervene fast
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| Cause I got a 2Pac don’t-give-a-fuck, last-twenty-bucks-and-a-dream, nigga,
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| Martin Luther King swag
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| I’m scared of nobody, so don’t compare to nobody
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| Nigga, these bitches is sloppy, don’t need a 'telly
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| Your bitch can get fucked in the chair in the lobby
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| I’m rowdy, I’m Roddy, pipe her than she give me toppy
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| Two bitches looking like Diamond and Rodney
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| You be in beef over bitches because she done sucked every dick on this side of
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| the county
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| God is on my side, devil’s on my ass, foot is on the gas, I ain’t on the past,
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| I’m just on the path
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| And they told me that this shit would never last
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| And they said that I would break, but I was never glass
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| Back in school, I don’t know if I was cool, but I knew I wasn’t Shaft but I
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| never wore a mask
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| Never gave a fuck so I didn’t have to front, so I never had to stomp with the
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| shit I didn’t have
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| Shit, I been cool in my own skin, fuck you I’ll be my own friend
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| Bitch you ain’t real, that ain’t your hair
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| I don’t care how good it’s sewn in
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| The moral, the lesson is just keep it cordial with yes men, and just keep in
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| mind every whore you impress done got motives
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| So don’t let them slow your progression, counter-production shouldn’t hold your
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| attention
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| That’s it…
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| Well, I am Flint. |
| Michigan lives deep down inside of me, so, I knew that- I
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| knew that they weren’t going to be as strong as I was and I knew that I wasn’t
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| just fighting for myself, inside the ring. |
| I was fighting for Flint, my family,
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| my friends… Michigan. |
| So, um, I knew what I- I always know what I stand for.
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| And I know that at the end of the day, I’m a champion at heart |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vehicle City (Flint, Michigan), artist - Jon Connor. Album song SOS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп