Erick Arc Elliott - Number 25 lyrics

[Verse: 1] Hold up homie is this bad to begin your business with Making music for intelligent minds and the intricate Tried to tweak the beat they gave released indeed I sent the kit Through a bus compressed strictly for all my production purposes Trust me I will ride for my syndicates, only 20 minutes left on my clock Before I got to crawl out of bed again So please father we harbor hatred in our heart Never had another perspective I've always repped God This is my orbit since all this is paid before me Just in my story, little n***a's with dreams of being Shawn Corey But maybe not your idol, but I don't mind my eye's are fine See through projection's of life, in pursuit of the idle mind I pushed it to the threshold Despite my fail attempts to make popular manifesto What's the problem, I was only average? 2 years later now I'm zombie status Pa**port is on the pa**age, your p**y flooded my palace (WOW) p**y all on my pallet, n***a's still talking challenge I'm Erik Morales, knock your pineal off balance Well the music or the bank (chiing), your gonna lose some interest But from now to be frank, I only think you'll listen If a feelings for familiar faces when you see it All you sippin' codeine, all your cloth European Either way I'm just losin' interest, rip your doors off the hinges Don't need opinions, if they fake emotions like stewardess' [Hook: x2] Only God know's why I question my ability Some day's I feel like I was born in 1970 If I only knew better if I wasn't programmed already Show up late to party too late to see them fall like confetti [Verse: 2] Hold up homie is this stupid to be this honest? I've rapped before the production now n***a's paying me homage Drink 40's until I vomit, my n***a's rich read the comic Pulled it right from the sky, that's what you do when your God If you talk sh** I reply, n***a's don't know what the f** they got But the boy gon' bust it, never gon' trust it I'm never gonna touch it, if it's gon' die Why try making a difference when individuals ain't original? Seen you n***a's copying pasting pieces for years or 2 This ain't a miracle I sacrificed my whole life for this sh** The whole world know I'm dogging, I feel like Michael Vick ESPN for the men of men Women pretend to grin when they watching The truth is I give them no option Pardon my pockets, pardon my co*ky Partly a papi Italian women they love a n***a driving Ferrari Stolen julapi, golden punjavi Don't want no molly mami The weed inspires the eye inside of me, I be (gone) [Hook: x2]