Alex Wiley - Keep It Simple lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley] Smoke it till it's gone Now we on the road for Swishers Super froze on them hoes Cause it's cold on the road to riches But no b**hin n***a Nevertheless I'm blessed Nevertheless no stress Smoke and I'm high Drink and I'm gone, but I digress If life is a game, then the god got next Watch me do my damn thing Swag Vill on a damn rampage I live everyday like it's my last day The Village on my back like it's my last name Now the team won't stop, the team won't sleep Til we all on top and we all done eating We gone treat life like it's all one weekend And treat them hoes til they all done tweakin Swag Village we on one, we on one Tell em quit that tweaking, got that reefer if you want some Village of proud n***as, we ain't backin down from no one That's cause we fat a** n***as b**h, so that means that we don't run We don't run now [Hook: Alex & Kembe] All we do is wrap wraps and live comfortable Drink a Mikes, see some titties, smoke a blunt or two So put your hands up in the air like it's a pistol present It's The Village Triple 7s Keep it simple man x2 [Verse 2: Kembe X] I'm seeing South Pole downs, Polo Heights Mixing hella liquor cause it's YOLO night Ass so fat, should've YOLO'd twice Get it in, hit the crib for some solo right? Flow so tight, use a pencil to pry it The Vega my favorite utensil, I'm fried Skip from Wager to Patience I don't know why It feels my heart so heavy, but my soul's so light Buy my b**h some real shiny sh** It's all good even though we're all pained n***as tryna diss, we don't know none of y'all names Homie all of that smoke still don't cover y'all shame Better run in y'all lane It gets nasty in traffic It's practice sh**'s real man, we stuffin y'all game Heavy in The Ba**ment, abandoned The Attic Better take the bullsh** the f** where y'all came b**h Flip a table n***a f** yo meal Rip the paper, n***a f** yo deal 550K? You better up yo mil Til I'm filthy paid, I'mma be trippy mane And I'm switching lanes up in that Jaguar Talking with your dame bout what a f*g you are Pray to God I ain't moving too fast, too far Dear past, please don't put me in a casket [Hook]