THE ALT-PASTA REVOLUTION… LOS ANGELES EDITION, FTD
2024/06/03
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LYRICS
A revelation to the canopy of heaven gratitude that I be a legend
And I see the messages let’s get to the next measurement level up now it just gets better
It never gets old even when the weather gets cold I bet I see a record that’s gold
Heat it up to platinum freedom is the action activity what’s happenin’ we be smashin’
Intergalactic back flip with a passion
My raps ’bout livin’s a blast and getting cash
If it isn’t that, it ain’t my neck of the woods, like prison tats
I’m from a respectable hood, how I’m giving back?
Living Black Excellence, missing my blessings if I’m
Ever pocket watching, trippin’ if I got less than them
I could say that I got the last laugh, but that’s whack
Actually, got the last chuckle, fuck you
Suckas wanna touch
Plus, it cost too much to
These hoes is nuts and it takes balls to bust two
We’re walking on clouds, wind surfing since birth
Getting what we’re owed, we know what it’s worth
Souls ’round the globe, the whole of this Earth
Shows, hit the road, the dough is dispersed
When life gets low, fasho the shit hurts
But we gon make it better before it gets worse
We’re walking on clouds, wind surfing since birth
Getting what we’re owed, we know what it’s worth
Souls ’round the globe, the whole of this Earth
Shows, hit the road, the dough is dispersed
When life gets low, fasho the shit hurts
But we gon make it better before it gets worse
When he was ten he couldn’t wait to get old thinking about plenty to spend and weight to flip mode
When he penning a gem even if he ain’t been in and gym prison or pen or pimped pros
Caged in the criminal maze or switch codes raising the minimum wage our brick-road
Painting a subliminal phrase, ‘he’s been cold’ vehement as a razor in immediate danger
Grown from the state of the bass kick break
Home of the quakes, where we make shit shake
Here’s some shrewd advice – if you do it right you ain’t gotta do it twice –
So gon get to it if the shit is worth pursuing? let ‘em finish what they saying then continue what you doing –
My n***** wasn’t playing – we been in it for a cool one – never did it for approval – or listened to refusals – just amended the maneuvers
Then hit ‘em with some new ones – nuanced improvements, if you want it? Do it! The proof is in the music
We’re walking on clouds, wind surfing since birth
Getting what we’re owed, we know what it’s worth
Souls ’round the globe, the whole of this Earth
Shows, hit the road, the dough is dispersed
When life gets low, fasho the shit hurts
But we gon make it better before it gets worse
We’re walking on clouds, wind surfing since birth
Getting what we’re owed, we know what it’s worth
Souls ’round the globe, the whole of this Earth
Shows, hit the road, the dough is dispersed
When life gets low, fasho the shit hurts
But we gon make it better before it gets worse
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Lyrics:
I’m young and I’m on my way to being rich
I got 99 problems I ain’t worried bout a bitch
I got momma on my two’s and the sinners on my six
They’ll break a nigga down ‘fore I ever feel the threat
That’s a flex
Gamble w ya life lil bae, that’s a bet
Call the kin. That’s the set
Gimme space, lemme stretch
Lemme cook, lemme quest
Yeah, woah, lemme quest
This new age philosophy
The baby’s in a trance
There’s static on the screen
There’s plastic in the leaves
This new age philosophy
The sky is falling down
Cahoots your enemies
There’s powder in your tree
Nigga
Don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Nigga, don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Baby, don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Don’t smoke that, don’t smoke that
Baby, don’t smoke that, don’t don’t
Baby don’t smoke that (yeah, woah)
It’s a half past 3 and the sun is going down
Shorter days shorter smiles cause the air is toxic now
Traffic longer than the nile
The displaced are walking ‘round under corporate funded banks that’s shading the whole town
The trash is piling up, ain’t no value in the buck
All the good and the clean fall to crannies and the nooks
While your racist ass granny is president runner up
We fucked, think we fucked
I’m young and I’m on my way to being rich
I got 99 problems I ain’t worried bout a bitch
I got momma on my two’s and my sinners on my six
They’ll lock a nigga down ‘fore I ever feel the threat
That’s a flex
Gamble w ya life lil bae, that’s a bet
Call the kin. That’s the set
Gimme space, lemme stretch
Lemme cook, lemme quest
This new age philosophy
The baby’s in a trance
There’s static on the screen
There’s plastic in the leaves