Vinyls Lyrics

Featuring Dessy Hinds, Nyck Caution
Produced by The Entre Producers

(Verse)
Check, I been flowing, extra profiently, when the beat blowin out the system
I only trust really the real system, nigga not the system
Got slicker rhythms they try to log on like logarythms
Shit, give me a beat and a sheet, and I'll make a nigga listen
From Jr. high school rappin was a precise tool
Never had the luxury of spending guap for nice jewels
Only had the voice of an amatuer, so I damaged the hips
When a nigga spit like he took hit off that cannibus
My nigga Joey handed us the fountain of youth
Flow better than fountains, I've been wishing well for wishing wells
To make my wish true, bad hoes under cover
They wanna love this brother cause I'm known to love the others
While I'm under covers, that's just another niggas sittin stupid up in the group
Only makin music cause he wanna hear from the coupe
Ya'll niggas got smarter off my verses and prolyndrums
The closest thing ya'll caught in my lines is a sickly syndrom
And when it turn to time, best believe it imma eat
It's gonna be a she or she gon have to give me beats
Put PEEP on repeat when I go hard in the engineering seat
Hearing lees, that's how diggin deep made niggas not sleep
Circulating, anticipation of havin niggas waiting, for the album it's like cuttin off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio, but in this day in age
All I got to do is play me though
I keeps it verbal, Pro Era got that herbal, and joints so high
It want to make you body wanna thermal, you worried about your song being on rotation
I'm worried the under ground, not playing this loud and asperation
Drop bombs like dentonations my calculations stimulating
And still ya'll waiting on player hatin,
And I aint saying im not about the promo,
I'm all about these hoes who shaking it like snow-globe

(Verse)
It's the same old hundred jeans, just another tee
The bed kinda scruffy but I refuse to cut it clean
Dark chocolate but its colored green
40 ounces, red lipstick and yellow submarines,
We had 99 like tape ups, these lady cops are flashing headlights like A-cups
And Kirk say them hipster chicks gon wild, so I'm proud to say sending shirts outta style
70k in my inbox filled up, firewalls, I got my empire all built up
I know Rome wasnt built in a day, I live wildly
Rome a Rolling stone it begins with an A,
Nomatic, no master flow attic,
Buzzing in your ear like headphones static
Attack of the clones like drones crashed landed
So I know we aint alone on this planet
It's bro-man from the 5th dimension, I got these bitches stressin
I never love em, I just bet on they imperfections,
So skip the questions don't worry about the chick I'm texting
She on the verge in a split second, I wreck it
Came back with the freestyle and I don't know what I'm gon say
It's on me now, Dee got the camera, but I aint got the flash shit
Niggas know I'm blessed, but I don't fuck with the acid
Shit, I don say I don't fuck with asses, unless she gon pass it to the Pro E's when I smash it
This one here, I said this one a classic, nigga call me steve-o

(Verse)
Welcome to the land where you lock your door,
Diggin until they spot your cord, these cops ignore
Buried in a park by commadors, navy fleet plungeon, we pray that peace coming
But they aint released, plain a scheme, leave our dreams gushing
Flow never mentions when he's nick and floor measurements
Leave the elevator bit, so celebrate and wish you could spend a day with all of us
Dream a shorty then I escavate her clit, damn I be dirty
J keep it rockin if I send him bricks, private for my partners
We be on that 47 shit, I'm sockin of all of mankind,
If these dude try and jack this, dumb tacked slap with a cactus
I crash mad chicks, because I'm fly hoe, its the live Pro, hydro
Keep my eyes low, and this potion got me potent, coast to coast
I'm trying to get that point back like Derrick Rose is
Too cold my heart is frozen, the scars are showin
Spark a focus, and I'm dope like McCualey Culkin (yeah)
And know they let the hero in the matter, I just want the whole damn thing or I zero in
Motherfucker, who'd you thought is was? caution for the suburbs
Like what the fuck it, huh