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sam wise - 80mph lyrics

[hook]
cruisin’ down the freeway doin 80
haven’t felt the same lately
i haven’t seen a dime but wanna whip the ‘cedes
i haven’t seen a dime but wanna whip the ‘cedes
cruisin’ down the freeway doin 80
haven’t felt the same lately
i haven’t seen a dime but wanna whip the ‘cedes
i haven’t seen a dime but wanna whip the ‘cedes

[verse 1: samwise]
i haven’t felt the same lately
god look what you made me
used to be a good baby
’till i moved to santi, cops and goons, got real crazy
the last two years have been kinda hazy
all i remember was kickin back, smokin haze tree
blunts rotation was the routine on the daily
the homies gave me guidance
its time to climb to the summit
grab my hand, and i won’t fail, b
pens and pencils make it easy
i feel a boost of progression
with what the raps are achieving
my goals to see the millions
stop writing, and fiending
my goals to see one million
stop writing, and fiending

[verse 2: samwise]
havin’ thoughts of greatness
spent so long waitin’
i wanna have enough cash to have a home
with gunnin stations
waitin for intruders the breed will leave
their brain hangin
[?] got both crips and bloods bangin
in the same hood is [?] and nutty block slangin
now they got cops patrollin, leavin streets vacant
now you wonder why they riot
that’s how you made them
stop k!llin and this will stop all the mayhem

[verse 3: samwise]
40′ clutch with razor blades
laugh, and tossin hand grenades
worship us with no parade
[re?] b-tch we santi made
been broke, not gettin paid
done cover, air raids, f-ckers think we lost it
now we breakin backs like mayhem
the guns quick refrain, aka that brain waves
put-put you in a shallow grave
you nothin but a f-ckin slave
minds have changed, packin chimpanzees
steady quick the f-ckin man
once i drop you, you know the f-ckin name
samwise

[verse 4: samwise]
i felt a little sane lately
movin towards greatness
mowin down we [gravely?]
mowin down enemies
[?] we pushin daisies
my rhymes are sick from malaria, hiv and f-ckin rabies
like i said, i want the f-ckin cash to whip the ‘cedes
i’ll put a hundred rounds into sides of lamborghinis
i’ll flip a ‘jag and crash it cause i was f-ckin speeding
in other words, i want the f-ckin creme
motherf-ckers, didn’t get the meaning
check the meaning, samwise

[verse 5: samwise]
90′ on the interstate looks like i crashed it
go to the dealer, and request a f-ckin aston
take a glock 9, 30 round i’ll laugh it off
and get to blastin, feel a slug
homie get to thrashin
my god, its tragic for me to stop writin or rappin
through the madness, i gave pusha my steady stabbin
you b-st-rds, take my cl-sses
spittin hazardous through the f-ckin madness
if you mad at us, why you mad at us

[outro]
cruisin’ down the freeway doin 80
screamin look god what you made me
i need to go home, cause, in all honesty
i f-ckin miss my homies lately

- sam wise lyrics

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