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RVNVD - RL lyrics

Artist: RVNVD

album: MIRROR


Air force, black shoelaces
New place and new faces
White, blue, and red
I'm rockin the flag and shake the crime rates just
Me and my crew, sippin a brew
Makin moolah outta hood
Call me a goon, still 20-fool
Distributin all the goods, yeah
Livin like a chemist, poppin dem pills
Zippin a rak shit, smokin mo sins
Trippin like a batshit, pour me mo lean
On the same page with the homies on street, no
Play no safe, pigs caught me lackin
Took a chase, put me 3 days
But when I'm out, I'm back to that grindin, (no cap)
I'm sorry mama
To put you up on my drama
I might just had to get this karma
Made me look bad and I made you dishonor, man
Fuck this dope shit game
I just wanna quit, and change my lane
So I'm packin my bag and devisin a plan,
Move to SoCal then do it again. (haha)
Ravaneli was slangin dem chronics, try'na pay the bills
Middle school with scarfaces mentality I keep it chill
Menari di lantai dansa mungkin buatmu ilfil
Tapi aku dalam zona, coba senggol aku kill
Drill ini kubangun sejak menengah, jangan banyak tanya!
Trio Escobar penuh trik dan tipu daya, uh
We're runnin kilos - chased by the po
Makin me doe - chased by the hoes
Makin Indo cesonmaflow
You know I want it all
Uh, this is NVD and family
Streid outta benzo we're gon fuckin up this industry
Light me up some weed though, you now I'm boutta sleep
Donle your chick around my c notes or I fuck that bitch! (cali)
Rollin a pack on my bag
Doin what YOLO said
Act like a Bobba Fett
Makin these popos mad
It's me and the crew
Livin the truest
Smokin some good
Rollin these buddhas
I got you clueless
We're just livin the life to the fullest
Twin turbos get to jumpin
A bad bitch is Who i'm fckin
Ain't stacking bread dont say nothin
The oops steady runnin fuz they know im
Always clutchin
Im just staying out the way
Runnin plays to get paid
I be on it everyday
Keep it goin no delay
Free my niggas out them gates
Stay 10 toes aint no debate
Im with the gang we in our zone
If you lame stay at home
Slidin late with the Crome,
Miss my niggas wont be the same
Cant complain just maintain
Stackin bread fck the fame
Money gang im in my lane
Faded off this marry Jane
Bein broke aint on my mind
Everyday a nigga grind
Ran it up it took time
Fck these bitches like they mine
A nigga bout to be rich
Overtime fck the bench
Remember flockin like the grinch
I been on it sincea youngin
N stedy fumblin
Get that bag keep it comin
Week niggas fronting
A nigga up to something
Jugg money steady stuntin
Rollin a pack on my bag
Doin what YOLO said
Act like a Bobba Fett
Makin these popos mad
It's me and the crew
Livin the truest
Smokin some good
Rollin these buddhas
I got you clueless
We're just livin the life to the fullest

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