Uncle Murda - Don't Kill My Vibe Lyrics

I come from a place where only token niggas make it
Rich ain't really rich when you start hearing bout them payments
Rather see the Beamer, keep it with you in a Focus
Stay low do what u supposed to, Dolo cuz you can't trust niggas

Aquafina my demeanor from a young age
Black man, Black man [?] phase
Why you wear Ice? When you know it targets pain
Couldn't understand why you'd rather match the fame

Til I, dropped outta school bought myself a chain
All my young niggas round me did the same thing (then we)
When back in with the stick and then got my degree
Knew I was different momma trippin' saying I can't breathe

Bought a condo from that [?] on my 18th
I threw (four clothes shops?) so they can't cease
Swear these crackers all some actors they like James Dean
Them old ways just gone turn you into my enemy
Rebel with a cause don't play around with no fuck nigga
Ain't got no sympathy one day had (calledcaught?) it luck nigga
Ain't got none now and that's the reason I don't trust niggas
All this chessin' you still moving like a sus nigga

Moonwalk, pole talk make your bitch pole vault
Clothes off, doze off won't have to worry bout it
I'm concerned about my paper I'm like Kur bout it
Splashing, dashing, whip it up, get enough action feeling (fantastic?)
This resurrection for all the real niggas
Them 2.3 GPA field niggas
Them my ex left when they cut the deal niggers
We pray that you never have to feel nigga
Cuz that be too much in todays time
Rather keep you in the blind than be running from behind
Plastic caskets 6 at a time
Feeling fine when you sleep it's piece of motive for mine

I remember growing up not getting nothing for Christmas
Where I'm from niggas get shot for minding their business
Where I'm from niggas don't make it to see 21
A nigga have a fight and lose he gone and get his gun
Raised by the streets, no father no big brother
Racist police shooting us cuz our skin color
New Jack city my hood is what The Carter is
Bitches having kids don't know who their baby father is
Realest nigga in it, disagree and I get you smoked
All I smoke is weed, my white bitches sniff a lot of coke

My wordplay sporadic
My bars be Illmatic
My vision, cinematic
Killing rappers been a habit since B Rabbit, ya boy's magic
Get off my Johnson
I'm bout that action, Bronson, don't come here with that nonsense
We true spittas real hittas that glitter shit it don't sit with us
Never let the box win your trust
White boy with a drip so hard
I'm a Young Gunna, can't stop won't stop shining
On my Yeezy ultralight beam this shit iconic
Smoke a Big L bumping Ebonics I'm ill chronic
No cure no summit my limit's Wayne high
No ceilings I'm feeling like I was made by
Everything that's against me I'm in rare form
Rooted to this music but my mind stays airborne
This my Nas live at the barbecue moment
No opponent one Mic my Liquid Swords slice like Conan bitch