THE VALLEYS

Lyrics
[Verse] The glass shovel tried to hit me like some brass knuckles And fast levels tried to drink away my past trebles Sometimes I feel it all, sometimes I feel in awe, sometimes I feel I have nobody to feel at all And not a guilty soul, don't bother pity me But this a long shot, just like the kennedies The sniper scope the hype is so not him They told me to be Eric B. , but I'm no Rakim Find Divine in your own time, I seen the world from the eyes of a gold mine I often question why'd you make my mother go blind, I Hail Salassie tried to reconnect his soul with mine And I'll be lying if I never said I can't My ego still regal tell that nigga grow a pair (pussy) I swear I been american but where is it embarrassing / the marriages and heritage / avoiding all the various questions they got me burying like Who is our leader? Who will not deceive us? You all scum thats why I drink this fucking 40 litre, and I steam the reefer, 4 gs to keep up Women by my side just for when the liquor creep up Original never, I just steal from the best, to try to make me better My conscious is a killa so I wear it like a sweater My aim is like Beretta (BOM) Shooting for the stars, trekking hard, looping odd Oh my God / Swore I'm not a rarity Heard they heard my beats now these niggas really scared of me Shorty cakes sera lease, spoon feed asperalie Money made her wet, knowledge made her more aware of me, my therapy [Chorus] A mi enemies, bun up in these streets Then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet This is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet (Well, Mr. Broadway yuh deh pon) A good vibes wi have, they put di Louis pon wi feet A mi enemies, bun up in these streets Then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet (Well, Mr. Broadway yuh deh pon) This is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet A good vibes wi have, they put di Louis pon wi feet, pon wi feet (Nigga) [Outro] I know exactly my rights I'm not trying to take you for fool It's 9 o'clock in the night Mi just a walk, mi nuh look fi nuh trouble In New York City But of course, there is some problem 'cause, 'cause a man natty, natty Policeman and soldier fi stop pressure natty dreadlock, dreadlock
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Credits
- Writers
- Erick the Architect