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chop - vivid lyrics

[verse 1]
the city crawls of silly broads and many more
i sin for sure, have pity lord, it isn’t choice
if any more, i’m penny poor with no voice
i feel allure in liquor stores and gettin’ wh0r-s
the flip of raw will switch friends into enemies
a little war that could twist spin you mentally
i seen good men slip to memories
we woulda popped crys, not methamphetamines
off of the centerpiece, reppin’ that chesapeake
kids know of violence, but they can barely speak
no real therapy, we get it necessarily
making sure i never think by smokin’ on that mary-leaf
scandalous hoes, and these fraudulent n-ggas
couldn’t care for they own, it’s all part of the picture
got no heart in december, no pockets in winter
some n-ggas survive, other n-ggas will give up
that’s the beauty of life, we all been in a fight
if it wasn’t with fists, then it’s one with what’s right
ain’t no love in this n-gga, can you handle the price?
wrong hood and you dead, so i handle the mic
can’t stay out the ghetto, can’t stay out the prison
how many l!cks a n-gga hit, to them is realism
that hood mentality, can’t understand what’s k!llin’ ’em
but sh-t, i still feel it, sometimes, i’m stealin’ ’em
test my dough or my respect, then i act savage
i still remember when i first clapped an automatic
just to think how fast a man’s life could be retracted
had me ready to pop off in every static
then i realize most cats ain’t built, homie
if you ain’t willin’ to die then don’t grill on me
i stay to myself, cause n-ggas real phony
once you speaking to beats, you’ll never feel lonely
i did this sh-t myself, while y’all ain’t potty trained
i’m tryna mob on ’em, i’m in my gotti lane
with my work ethic, this sh-t gotta change
the disbelievers can spit-shine the bugatti paint
i gotta aim, i gotta fam, and i must provide
all this talk of the illuminati, where can i sign?
i rather give water to ghana than sell rocks
i rather visit the grammies before a cell block

[hook]
don’t ? to ’em
vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vivid

[verse 2]
paranoia; my life’s story in one word
grip a knife, my only slice of comfort
stay inside to minimize the gun burst
but my k!llah side’ll slip alive and come first
funny how you can be popular and feel alone
in my city and i never really feel at home
is it the sk!ll or the appeal that my will will grow?
hope to my put city on, just for them to steal to my show
so i view the earth through one eye and less angles
i’m just here to f-ck the world and let the s-x strangle
that success will box you in like a rectangle
wanted shine since i was five, singin’ the star spangled
can’t let the thing change you, but i don’t gotta cause
and we ain’t talkin’ ’bout the money, we don’t got to floss
just tryna corkscrew they mind ’till they top come off
and light that sh-t on flames, a brain molotov
been said f-ck the law, i ain’t need a wikileak
the government’s corruption all erupted on the city-street
some wanna live in peace, others gotta live and eat
flip-a-key, and all of virginia isn’t virginia beach
this life will be the end of me and many more
my enemy that’s mentally, slippin’ through every pore
and that stress left a double edge on every sword
either i’m pushin’ for the best, or i’m pennies short
so floored with raw emotions that you can’t record
in accord, i act cold like i’m in a morgue
the less you know about me, the better chance i win the war
pack my soul in a bottle, let the philly torch
if you never felt p-ssion, don’t know the half if it
work, but success is just determined by an asterisk
if you do it for love, need a plan in back of it
tell ’em bout ya dreams and you’ll only get a laugh from ’em
some will never understand how much we sacrifice
a steady check, our respect, and our very life
if you ain’t for it, it ain’t important to hear you speak
the type to think they jordan just for puttin’ on his sneaks

[hook]
don’t ? to ’em
vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vi-vivid
ch-ch-chop; ch-ch-ch-ch-chop
ch-chop; ch-ch-chop, chop, chop

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