INTRO
Emcee N.I.C.E. & J.Will:
(Everything that’s on my mind, is it real?
Living the life)
You got a lot of people with opinions man
A lot of people who masquerades as scholars of the word
With opinionated views founded by half of the facts
Facts they use to skew your purpose
And have you asking questions like, is it real?
Everything on my mind, is it real?
VERSE 1
Emcee N.I.C.E.:
I’m sitting by the dock of the bay
Counting greys as i’m Watching the waves
Rewinding the days
From kodak to 1080 display
Things are clearer from further away
I’m giving him praise
I could’ve fell in the deep
Be that felon that put hеll in yo sleep
Uh, I could’ve
Pulled them straps that put shеlls in your meat
Cracked your soul, while I fed on your grief
Yeah, I could’ve
Grew up in chuco, right next to el chapo
With vatos who wasn’t, feeling the choco
That’s loco!
Hate was systemic, as we battled for crumbs
Not realizing the battle was for slums
That’s loco!
My father told me, that I’m the fountain of life
Hit’em with that windex when, yeah you show’em your light
And let those that walk from silver lake be brought to the right
Delivered on site, despite getting caught by the night, he’s real
Emcee N.I.C.E. & J.Will:
(Everything that’s on my mind, is it real?
Living the life)
You got a lot of people with opinions man
A lot of people who masquerades as scholars of the word
With opinionated views founded by half of the facts
Facts they use to skew your purpose
And have you asking questions like, is it real?
Everything on my mind, is it real?
VERSE 1
Emcee N.I.C.E.:
I’m sitting by the dock of the bay
Counting greys as i’m Watching the waves
Rewinding the days
From kodak to 1080 display
Things are clearer from further away
I’m giving him praise
I could’ve fell in the deep
Be that felon that put hеll in yo sleep
Uh, I could’ve
Pulled them straps that put shеlls in your meat
Cracked your soul, while I fed on your grief
Yeah, I could’ve
Grew up in chuco, right next to el chapo
With vatos who wasn’t, feeling the choco
That’s loco!
Hate was systemic, as we battled for crumbs
Not realizing the battle was for slums
That’s loco!
My father told me, that I’m the fountain of life
Hit’em with that windex when, yeah you show’em your light
And let those that walk from silver lake be brought to the right
Delivered on site, despite getting caught by the night, he’s real
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