[Intro: Elzhi]
\nLibido
\nYeah, this is for my Dexter ass niggas
\nOn my peeps on [?] gettin' that money
\nAnd everybody's that workin reppin' 9-5
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\n[Verse 1: Elzhi]
\nHe had dreams of bein' rich, he flew through spots with a few rocks
\nKept a weapon and [?] in his shoe box
\nLaid low, made dough off of [?] blow
\nThat was paid for, minimum wage stayed slow
\nBut life moves fast, so before they cut off his lights he might be the sight in tonight's newsflash
\nHe got a seed to feed, so the succeed exceeds the need
\nIt ain't the greed, agreed?
\nTime's is hard, convicting dime snitchin', mind's is scarred
\nCommittin' crimes, gettin' signs from God
\nTellin' him to chill before he stare a felon in his grill
\nOr scared on the stairs of heaven when hell has been revealed
\n'Cause in the field, dope niggas die every day
\nEven some of his close friends is ghost over gross ends
\nHe just goin' through the motions, strugglin'
\nAt least to put the pieces together 'cause it's puzzlin'
\nKeep on...
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\n[Bridge: DJ Dez]
\nCan't blame a nigga, man
\nI was out there just tryin' feed my family, man
\nJust like the next man
\nSometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, man
\nThat shit I did came back to haunt me
\nThat shit had me stressed
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\n[Verse 2: Elzhi]
\nHe wish the pressure was gone
\nHe invested in a vest that was worn and best for protectin' his chest, he's guessin' it's on
\nIn a deep peaceful sleep, his peoples creep to the peep hole
\nWhen the stolen jeep goes beep, then the heat blows
\nHe rose to his toes, this nigga is hurt and froze
\nWith holes through his clothes big as his shirt
\nHe indeed panicked, when he saw his man bleed tragic
\nGettin' answers, so he called again
\nBut as his pulse begin to disappear
\nHe whispered crystal clear for him just to hear it he remembered
\nValuable words he would take to the grave
\nCursin' the Lord out he should be thankful he saved
\nBlew from dro and Hennessey, seen his loot, grabbed it
\nFor the funeral and slid a G in suit jacket
\nWakin up in cold sweats, bein' told threats, dreamin' of seein' closed [?]
\nSeemin' he owed debts
\nKeep on...
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\n[Bridge: DJ Dez]
\nThat was a crazy time, dog
\nThe funny thing is, I think the bullet was meant for me
\nAfter that, shit just got out of hand, man, f'real
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\n[Verse 3: Elzhi]
\nBlaow!
\nBlood shed, the colors red, but the sheets white
\nHis heat's bright and lit the night like a streetlight
\nHe survived, got back up on his feet to rise
\nTryin' hit [?] just to beat the five
\nDealin' with baby momma drama
\nThe grandmama want a gram for the baby, she's crazy by the dolla, holla
\nLearnin' the game like the back of his hand
\nStackin' off packages ran the back of this plan and thought
\nHow long he fought to own a label
\nCan't be caught with the chrome in an apartment home with stones on the table
\nAnd that's legit money, he built a studio for
\nA crew with a beautiful flow, but can spit ugly
\nRidin' on dubs, he finally did ironically slid in the club and thought of signin' this kid
\nHe was a young gun, spit death like it was evil from the tongue run with Nick and represent Libidio
\nGave him a beat and a card, that little nigga went home sick in the zone rippin' heat, it was hard
\nCan't wait to get in the booth to spit this bar, look at us now, I can't believe it went this far
\nWe kept... on... on...
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\n[Outro: DJ Dez and Elzhi]
\nHow's that?
\nMy dog, that shit was crazy
\nOkay, yeah 'cause, man, you made somethin' outta nothin', man
\nIt's just inspirational, man
\nDon't even hit me with that, dog. You doin your shit
\nI can't even believe it, man. Us meetin' at the bar like that had to be fate, man
\nI told you, everything happens for a reason
\nNow we winnin'
\nLibido\n\n
