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letra de vibes - a.j. crew

[intro]
flow, also known as zoning, is the mental state in which one is immersed in energized focus. completely in peace with what one is. conversely, vibing creates unwanted noise, turmoil and disruptive energy…

[verse 1]
2009 was when a n-gga hit
didn’t know what i’d do, didn’t envision sh-t
my mama praying i’m safe, hoping i’d come home
but i was running the streets, tryna survive in the city
similar when i was a young’n and i was alone
’til tre put me on, knew i had a song. taught me to write ’em
taught me that i was finna be great and nothing like them
other cats that was rapping tipdown, i was on my sh-t now
this how i wound up down here in the bas-m-nt
old school b-boys, graf n-ggas and skate sh-t
stone building, that sh-t needed a face lift
creeping on ah come up, never being complacent
after we done ducked past crooked polices racist
juice p-ssed the blunt, said, “lil n-gga just face this”
even though i had that rhymefest placement
santi still lacking that patience, just a victim of

[hook]
vibing
where it ain’t no hiding
leaning to the side and oh
lean into ya mind and oh
and still riding
where it ain’t no hiding
leaning to the side and oh
lean into ya mind and oh

[verse 2]
fast forward a little more
the vibe was i heard through the grapevine a n-gga round the circle said i wasn’t sh-t
“yo, crew could probably shop that look but f-ck that music with his pop -ss hooks. that sh-t is over for.”
ironically enough, when it was 4 below
he wouldn’t try and heat us up
guess he didn’t know the code
so there wasn’t a man to man or bro to bro
sh-t just made me wish it was hand to hand or toe to toe
about 5 to 6 years to the present
my homie sent the message said n-ggas was bussin’ reckless
the same dude from the previous bars
was the victim of a devious charge, couldn’t believe it
called the homies that evening round the same time they told me that he wasn’t breathing, i quickly got to
realizing my petulence, wish we could’ve buried the hatchet
instead, they carried ratchets and now i’m sitting and wondering and

[hook]

[verse 3]
being broke’ll make you do some f-cking crazy sh-t
thinking back on a particular, it made me sick
my homie told me bouta scheme, was the perfect con
“pull this sh-t off how we plan? dog, we gon’ be on”
you know i’m with it
robbing the bank, weapon or not, it ain’t a difference
especially when talking bout convictions
but sh-t if i got a couple racks, i’d finish the album
cop me some new gear and be the flyest n-gga of the school year
cracking cards is a chi-town thing
next to harold’s and the white sox
in the land of the nine millis and white rocks
what if i told you the plug wanted my life stopped?
they ain’t do it
but i knew i shoulda had some backup
kept my trap shut
cuz don’t n0body out here wan’ get clapped up
my n-gga and the plug, they was patnas so i blamed it on him
it’s on the both of us, a shame and a sin
sh-t, we was only

vibing…

- a j crew

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