The Wash

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Audio Push - Rap

The Wash

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(Verse 1: Price) Yeah As the wheels turn city to city Hundreds grow, chronic smoke, you never know Who gon' fold? Still I move with inner grace You, in the bullshit, I, innovate You, ill intentions, I, illustrate You, instigate, I, instantly get the cake Trapping out the states Tours got bigger dates Crib got bigger gates Negotiate bigger rates When you're black and know your worth, you seem to intimidate Those who ain't comfortable in the skin of their own race People movin' with limits, I, eliminate My black people, we gotta feed, no Twitter page I've conquered all my demons, now watch me demonstrate Granny made sure we ate everything on that dinner plate If you ain't talkin' partnerships, I can't participate Cross that thin line, put you in line No figure skate Only say it once, ain't no time to reiterate Might be wires on that phone, too many incriminate themselves Just to be put in the box, then integrate With people they call "Convicts" Modern slavery nonsense (Clap on) (Verse 2: Oktane) Hold up Rewind this, what we doin' is timeless And I ain't even in my prime yet I guess God got his own time set Are the real finally back up on the rise? Yes I take my time with it, every time Nigga, the tribe where I reside, keep it in the vibe nigga Westside 'til the day I die or either the sky gotta decide 'Til then I'm getting high, I Thank God that I'm still alive Many nights as I woke up drunk, I should've died Forgave many, I could've been full of pride Many demons, and shit, God I pray they ain't still inside Had to give y'all the truth, couldn't vision livin' a lie Had to win it by 2, couldn't vision givin' a tie Had to give it to you, done already gave it to God How the hell do I do it? I swear I ain't even trying But nigga, I ain't even tired That girl still moanin', I gotta keep giving rounds Ain't too many that started that's still around Ain't too many that had it that got it now I was never worried 'bout status, I got a sound You niggas couldn't shoot me a text, now you wanna pound The women, man they wanted me then and they want me I hope your table is set when it's turned around, My Turn 4

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