DILO'S INTRO Lyrics

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Classic Vintage Timeless

My homegirl once told me to count my blessings

Look back at what it is I built in time the message

Will be delivered to those who reside invested

Listen in to what I pronounce as a lesson

She told me to be grateful for all it is I accomplished

I told her how to be grateful if time is on my conscious

I fear it moving too fast before I conquer

The demons I been fighting get lost in my fuckin' noggin

I can hear god knocking

Asking what I'm dropping

Why I pray so hard for money when that's not the

Everything for everybody, but for me it is

How else I'm supposed to feed my kids and pay the bills

How else I'm supposed to feel what's real, and meet the ends

She ask if that's all I'm chasing from this music biz

She ask what happened to the dreams I never chased

Why I focus on this, and so she seen my beard turn gray

She seen motherfuckers die for less

Her goal from life is a white, wedding dress

A ring, a text, from her 3 kids she get

The Arab dream, a family to keep the will upset, for me that dream is dead

I need to breed a classic

She told me it take time for a classic to be a classic

She ask me how I'll make a milli' if I'm scared of time

She ask me how I'll get a milli' from a fucking rhyme

She ask me why a milli' is the goal I got to get

I told her a milli' I simply reap as benefit

Ask me why I'm so hungry for a dollar

What I'm willing to do for a fucking dollar, I told her

Honey I would die for a dollar

Kill a brother every time I rhyme for a dollar

Motherfuckers would prolly lie for a dollar

I'll exchange a motherfucking dime for a dollar

Stab the back of my brother

For a dollar I'd prolly kill a motherfucker dead

It's been weeks since I've last laid in bed

This beat got to be finished, lyrics got to be written

I know deep down it's myself that I'm killing

I seen motherfuckers die for less but I seen motherfuckers live for more

I can feel it the future in my hand I hold

Everything I ever wanted and I'll never let it go, who would've known

The same kid who almost rode himself into the grave would finally fuckin' grow

The rose, he would've had if he had let the trigger go

Time would've simply moved past the man who prayed for his name to last

It ain't a game, Ima' need this fucking bass to blast

To distract from what could've been

Flames I'm glad, the pain ain't last

Found an escape and man I was made to rap

Give me time to age and you can say it's facts

A classic needs to age to be a classic

But time as of late, been moving way too fast, damn

Welcome to Classic Vintage Timeless

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You won't be here for much longer, so enjoy your stay

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