Lyrics Sage - Vado, AZ

Sage

The streets watching through their best lens
Started buying watches as investments
Nothing in these pockets, had me stressed in
Tryna make a dollar, couldn't rest then
Remember being where my slimes popped
Couldn't chip in on a dime of chop
Wasn't real money when I dropped the block
Bitches acting funny, never mind them thots
Let it serenade, place it in the pot, watch it marinate
My wifey was the game, I let it marry me
There's no parody, when you carry weight
What you doing, doing too much nigga
A real one term goofy, like what the fuck nigga
Moving like a groupie, I can't fuck with you
Like put your phone down, that's enough pictures

You know niggas, you try to show them the two step
They head crack, you want yours back but you press
They all lack, they talk trap but do less
I'm too blessed, I fall back like Hugh Heff
Hoes over the Tri-State, used to hang clothes over the firescape
The heavens chose, I rose up the messiah straight
It's higher faith, I'm tryna find us, annihilate
Get settled, open some bars up, silent investor, help seekers for startup
Hannibal Lecter, I'm more fleeker than scarred up
Massage touch, I'm still pullin' them cars up
Macadocious how I approach this
Never bogus, everything's ferocious
Focus, this the closest to heavy old shit
Still a culprit, carrying that .45
Quiet, they all think the God retired
It's just large consignment, take time to wire it
Wooly niggas, they know best
I've been him since Timb Chucks and Lo vest
Soldier slim, I spit flim, it's no stress
So fresh, fuck em all, slow death
Dough, never foul, I'm on roll, it's like, woah
This that bell biv devoe, niggas know
Been taught by the elite, escorted off them streets
Won't sport it if it's cheap, unique, clientele is for keeps
In that Bentley Jeep, bumping Raphael Saadiq
Let em sleep, two initials, I'm official
You know the ritual, that hustle is in my bone bristle
Gotcha, this that Sam and Bank Sinatra
For real, this ain't no Oscar, I wanna thank Big Poppa

These niggas pull up cars like they knew somethin'
You said you need it hard so I threw somethin'
Silencer, we call it mute button
Shooter standing ground like Manute jumping
Rode to riches, couldn't find that paper route
Every stop, roadblock, imma make it out
Open up the duffel then you take it out
Dump it on the table, make my lady count
Let's move along, no looking back
Want me to do it on my own and I'm good with that
Got it on the arm, like do what you could with that
No problem took it home and put my foot to that
Death before dishonor, checks, they come with commas
Versace betting and they got the best pajamas
To make sure my kids never stress they mama