[Chorus: Posdnous]
Vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
We be talkin' 'bout vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
[Verse 1: Posdnous]
The instamatic focal point bringin' damage to your borough (Uh-huh)
Be some brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation, so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found duckin' from bullets (Word)
Gun control means usin' both hands in my land (Yeah)
Where it's all about the cautious livin' (Uh-huh)
Migratin' to a higher form of consequence
Compliments of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a Hip-Hop Quotable
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses
Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name-brand clothes (Word)
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks (Heard)
Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll'-head rappers with they sickenin' raps
Clappers of gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
Vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
We be talkin' 'bout vibe, vibrations
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
[Verse 1: Posdnous]
The instamatic focal point bringin' damage to your borough (Uh-huh)
Be some brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation, so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found duckin' from bullets (Word)
Gun control means usin' both hands in my land (Yeah)
Where it's all about the cautious livin' (Uh-huh)
Migratin' to a higher form of consequence
Compliments of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable
Man, every word I say should be a Hip-Hop Quotable
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses
Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows
Sick of name-brand clothes (Word)
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks (Heard)
Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks
Sick of swoll'-head rappers with they sickenin' raps
Clappers of gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps)
I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
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