Just In Case You’re Listening

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Ameer Vann - Rap, Conscious Rap

Just In Case You’re Listening

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[Verse 1] I think you blocked my number, otherwise I would call Only way to show I love you not to call you at all You see Caesar, you see Brutus, you see Jesus, you see Judas I might cut off all my ties 'cause they the reason you fall I've been living and learning, a half a pound and I'm burning I cut back on the syrup, I spent the summer in Europe I rent like eight hundred horses to clear this space in my head I take off a Ferrari, I hit the brake when I'm dead I been getting this money to fill the space in my bed I been tossing and turning over that shit that I said I'm so full of myself, I try to be humble instead Give my mama this money, try to make up for the years All that shooting and fighting and all that looting and lying It seem like real niggas dying, I make mistakes but I'm trying I ain't tripping, I'm living I'll bring it back to the city where all the water is syrup I'll put some gold on my niggas That's a lot for a smile, only way you gon' get it We keep Chiquita bananas for all these ghetto gorillas I ain't no regular civilian, I bet these sell for a million My only fear is the feds, and I hope them niggas don't get me [Chorus] Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty When the tension get high, these niggas ain't fucking with me Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty Niggas packing that iron, they setting the fire city Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty (fifty, fifty) We don't want no devils in the house We don't want no—/i> [Verse 2] My cousin in the kitchen, seen him whipping that soda They turn that five to a fifty They turn that bucket to Bentley, and since that day I been tripping Think I'm worse than my father, I kinda hate that I miss him I see his face in the mirror, I think he made me a killer Judge a man by his choices, I made plenty decisions They keep on cutting me deeper, I'm getting good with incisions Keep on cutting the coke and it's getting cheaper and cheaper Keep on talking about leaving and at this point I believe you All my diamonds is see-through, I want that tint you can't see through 'Cause all you niggas is see-through, I stay separate from people I can flow on my doja smoke and pour drank in my soda But I still feel the pressure, I'm sipping, still in a coma I might empty my bank account and then buy out the MOMA And just sleep in that motherfucker, I'm rich lookin' homeless (rich lookin' homeless, lookin' homeless) [Chorus] Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty When attention get high these niggas ain't fucking with me Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty Niggas packing that iron, they setting fire to the city Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty Turn that five to a fifty, turn that five to a fifty (fifty, fifty) We don't want no devils in the house We don't want no— [Outro] I'm rich lookin' homeless Made a home for my homies I made a bag on my lonely Them niggas fake and they phony So don't you act like you know me

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  • Ameer Vann
  • Hit-Boy