Stalley - Live At Blossom lyrics

Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu And all my n***as say Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu And I'm live from the streets '73 Caprice with the alligator seats Alpine beats beat the block up all night Wood grain a good thing, we riding all types Chevy's alright, blue pin stripe All American me, patriotic when I ride Bulletproof outside for you monks that starve I got something for d**h wishers wishing that I Ease up for a minute Man I'm pushing city limits, no recruising, I didn't did it Spend straight to the top Made a couple benz Now it's time to hit the block and bring my n***as out to shop All new fabrics, Jordan's automatic Couple gold chains, couple 4-4matics Keeps a n******g one static We lie about milk city G's, we are savage Came from the basements and the attics Jump shot the serve rock Beat the average line state of a young black male The trap's so small but we trap so well Spend it all at once and make it back so well The circle of this how they say heaven's beyond these gates I swear I see heaven every time I enter the place It's the faith I have in change But it always stays the same as I ride around in vane And they say Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu And we smoking on that Na na na na na Na na na na na (got me feeling like) uuu (that feeling's like) uuu I got my dog shades on Blocking out these trobe lights Eyes blood shot, I've been sippin' all night On my 7 jay paper's all white I'm so distant from the star type The ones them self of music Insanity is drilling me so the d** I use it To flow away from this bullsh**, abuse it Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint But ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish Nightmares in night is Slight glance from Chevy chairs Heavy is making hard to breathe The money's so fast so it makes your heart believe Temptation in the entertainment, all for the love of being famous The cool ones end up being the lamest So rappers I spoke to became the strangers And nameless, brainless, faceless, forgotten Were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom Now they crawl around me, watching my every move cause I'm the next king Gracious and militant, Martin Luther's dream Peeked the whole scene through the lends of Malcolm Little Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window Man, what'd I get myself into? What'd I get myself into? [x2] Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu Na na na na na Na na na na na uuu uuu