Stalley - Live At The Blossom lyrics

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Stalley - Live At The Blossom lyrics

[Intro 4x] Na na na na na Na na na na na Ooh, ooh [Verse 1] 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 all white, blue pin stripe All American me, patriotic when I ride Bulletproof outside for you monks that stalk I got something for d**h wishers wishing that I Ease up for a minute Man I'm pushing city limits, no more cruising, I done did it Spend straight to the top Made a couple bands 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 Case a n***a want static We mob out Milq City G's, we are savage Came from the basements and the attics Jump shot the serve rock be the average mind 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 hell 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 [Hook] Na na na na na Na na na na na Ooh, ooh And we smoking on that Na na na na na Na na na na na (got me feeling like) Ooh (that feeling's like) ooh [Verse 2] I got my dark shades on Blocking out these strobe 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 No one's themself in music Insanity is drilling me so the d** I use it To float away from this bullsh**, abuse it Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint Pretend friends, fake women, the whole niners groolish Nightmares in night is, slight glance from Chevy chairs Heavy airs make it hard to breathe The money's so fast so it makes it hard to leave 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 crowd around me, watching my every move cuz I'm the next king Gracious and militant, Martin Luther's dream Peeked the whole scene through the lens of Malcolm Little Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window Man, what'd I get myself into? What'd I get myself into? What'd I get myself into? [Outro] Na na na na na Na na na na na Ooh, ooh

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