la vida loca ft. Zod Lyrics

Oh Johova save my soul

Give me strength for my goals

I can't think, think I'm lost

In the void, in the void

In the cold

Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh

In my element, haven't sent

Or paid my dues nor paid the rent

Notoriety ain't content

No cry in me, I repent for my sins

It's a no, no, no where I live

If you aint got the chips then I dip

Been trying to work on my finance

6 Months in I've been hiding

In silence

No sirens in mind my again

On an island, my mind's the wind

Profiling

I'm a titan

No fighting, I write my wins

We're the last of a dying breed

And we're still filled with the hate and greed

Me doing me is what they hate to see

I clear my mind and just (Breathe)

If I'm being honest

I get geeked up from my pockets

To the moon up from my rocket

Eliminate all my problems

Fee-fi-fo, I'm a boss

Wipe his nose he a opp

I'm feeling blue, Diana Ross

It all started with a cross

Don't get it crossed

Bitch

Niggas thought that I ain't lyrical

My shit empirical

Fuck your syllables if your shit ain't spiritual

Mind over matter, my subject matter is Him-pecable

Bitch I'm too biblical

I got backscars from these whips

We're modern slaves in this shit

Cuban chains, as we lynch

It ain't "freedom" as we think

Don't you think?

I got no time

To waste on my pride

I got that coca

La Vida Loca

I got tints on my whip

Got your bitch on my dick

Bro I'm lit, I'm the shit

I might dip, yeah that's it

Yeah that's it

Holy shit

Yeah that's it

Ah yeah

Bitch you ain't got no substitutes

I'm 'bout read another rapper eulogy

I think it's best if you cop a suit

I know the cops in hot pursuit

They stay on the block like prostitutes

I'm tailing the opps and commas too

I came in to drop a bop or two

Deliver the news

And don't ask 'bout blood on my shoes

And cover yo' dues and cover yo' dudes

Coz otherwise we'll be covering you

6 Feet, 'cause you know wadido

Medicine sold on corner

And I know that nigga is not a doctor too

But you tell stories like Dr. Seuss

So many niggas just want my blood to spill I feel like I'm Jèsus

How many niggas gon pop then flop then opt speak on my name ill

It's funny how niggas will speak about money

Then tap on they pockets when we at the till

You work hard for a meal? Huh!

I'm working hard for a mill'