Vices Lyrics

Screaming hallelujah, praises to the most high

Survived the struggle now I'm hearing that it's my time

I send a message through to all my niggas put you night night

They do the deed and slide back to the crib, roll up get high high

I pull up, shoot my shot to shorty, pull off like a drive by

She said that she forgot my crib like Dory, now she outside

At three am, bitch you know what I was doing then?

I was watching BMF, I retweeted BLM

I just saw some MLK speeches, ABC keep em

Seeing all these fucking letters got me feeling like Akeelah

Hear the beat, treat the paper like a bee the pen the stinger

It ain't free, niggas gotta pay the fee to get Lil Kengdom

Pardon me

Dramatic Experience

After I'm finished, which I may never be,

Might as well ascend up to the heavens B

Pops is there with Granny feel emotions I ain't ever seen

Fucking up the season, too much water in the collard greens

Nigga I ain't feeling good

Feeling grief is not for me

Splintered heart like pointy wood

Man that's way too sharp for me

Got the soul of Beatrix Kiddo, straight out the coffin

Nigga bought a pen, a couple of prerolls, already coughing

Had to jump out like a dolphin just to dive in deeper

Man I hoped that I could cope without the high end reefer

Forex niggas on my phone talking bout "buy in cheaper"

Plus this hoe I used to bone thinking we live on Cheaters

I got vices I be using knowing I don't need em

I got vices that I use I'm knowing I don't need em

I got vices I be using knowing I don't need em

Damn

A nigga tweaking the agenda, switching plans

Used to think about the money gained only, not what I spend

Now I'm looking at my wallet nigga hoping this pretend

Blew a check on Rolling Loud

Spend a weekend with my friends

When my father passed then I looked up and spent a rack again

When you fill the void with money it's gon drown you where you stand

Niggas fly across the country and still paying back the man

But I can't worry bout the paper, getting that is what I do

Told my dawg when I see shorty, Gallinari how I shoot

Making millys out in Philly, chasing dreams is in my roots

Tryna have a talk with Gillie, get the game like hunting moose

Nigga I come from the city Memphis Tenn

I keep it ten tens

The made from passion rhymes I take to everlasting life

I got the shit all on my mind like how am I gon free em?

I got vices I be using knowing I don't need em

Game