Текст песни 27th Ave - Vet Martinez

Welcome to Vibe City
You in 27th Ave
I′m in this muthafucka
With Trill Dyll
Vibelane
Out here killing muthafuckin egos

I'm stuck in my ways
I′m runnin a play
This shit got me back on the block
I'm prolly gon kill
I'm prolly gon steal
Homie I do what I gotta do
Homie I got me a bunch of moves
Look at these rapper like lunchable
Yo bitch in the back and she comfortable
The ice on my neck
Phoenix
I′m stuck in my ways
I′m runnin a play
This shit got me back on the block
I'm prolly gon kill
I′m prolly gon steal
Homie I do what I gotta do
Homie I got me a bunch of moves
Look at these rapper like lunchable
Yo bitch in the back and she comfortable
The ice on my neck it feel comfortable

All my life I wanted gold
All my life I wanted more
Cuz it's way more to life than you know, know
Thank God for the bad bitch on my side
Thank god for my new life I′m Messiah
More then a rapper muthafucka
I'm a writer
Hoe wanna slide
Well she better be a rider
I′m a pimp, got hoes
And they know each other
You a simp, my flow
Got em under cover
Tryna study my style
Watching every move
Man StevenKilledTheEgo
Murder in the stu
I don't rap bout shit but the fuckin Truth
And I gotta bad bitch wit a 22
Fuck CJ fuck Daniel too
You a snake but I'm not here to expose you
Fuck that bitch dog
Fucked yours too
Eye for eye
I′m a P to a Q
Poet like Pk
Penn State or state pen, either way I′ma hit ya ass wit a gem on the daily
Ghost that bitch
If she ever try and play me
5'6 so point low when you aiming
Lock that car that you came in
I take a whip for the payment
Not playin

I′m stuck in my ways
I'm runnin a play
This shit got me back on the block
I′m prolly gon kill
I'm prolly gon steal
Homie I do what I gotta do
Homie I got me a bunch of moves
Look at these rapper like lunchable
Yo bitch in the back and she comfortable
The ice on my neck
Phoenix
I′m stuck in my ways
I'm runnin a play
This shit got me back on the block
I'm prolly gon kill
I′m prolly gon steal
Homie I do what I gotta do
Homie I got me a bunch of moves
Look at these rapper like lunchable
Yo bitch in the back and she comfortable
The ice on my neck it feel comfortable

25 years down, dodged me a case
25 hoes ago I had game
I don′t wanna hear no talk, real talk
I just need head when I write my raps
My bitch, throw it back
Hold stacks for me
Cold facts
And I talkin bout
A rapper that I used to know
Lane Lane, stay in yours
And we on a roll
Like a nerd in the 5th grade
Mixtape era
I was in the hoods that
Most y'all scared of
Now I ride thru slow
For nostalgic feelings
Brand new car when they
Recognize me
New girl got curls sittin low
In my seat
Late night cruise
Got Trill on the beat
No aim no game, no pay, no play
Lane Lane that′s gang
Whole state we take
Too much at stake to just wait
I'm emotionless cuz my fate
Tellin me that patiences my game
And I get the bag when I say so
I got stocks, Bitcoin and a payroll
Plus rap so
I don′t wanna talk
All the god damn time
I got mines so get yours
Lil bitch