Invocation Songtext
von Rasheed Chappell
Invocation Songtext
Project City
Runs through me, for life
Forty-five
Capos
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Through me the block talk
New York City in the backdrop
Jers from the G-dub
Niggas rollin′ trees up
Tell my niggas ease up
Judge tried to hang a nigga from the projects
Forty-five made a nigga certified OG
Capo the cold D's
Reminisce OE
Liquor hit the concrete
Piss-stained hallways
Niggas duckin′ court dates
Real niggas do it while the coward niggas portray
Forté, foreplay, cut back, snort yay
Twenty-four sev, never have an off day
Three-six-five
We reside where the weak deprive and the streets be live
Sick beehive with the creased Levi's
No respect for the law 'cause we be God
Jihad, holy war, BB at the corner store
Loosies, groupies, biscuit with a two-piece
New meat, lockdown, ridin′ with the top down
Both knees, blow me, zonin′ off a top now
Four pounds, Rugers remove your medullas
Boosters, credit card scams and the roosters
Cluck, cluck, fuck, suck, swallow like a sour pill
Guns up, gun bust, hollow you for dollar bills
Muslim, five percent, Christian, Jehovah's wit′
Protest, politics, grotesque government
Sniff, sniff, white horse, hounds with the mild sauce
Movin' so fast, scared to take your eyes off
Nighttime, showtime, yellow tape, chalk lines
Pop the morning stew, eatin′ hot sauce and pork rinds
Headline, front page, barber for the one blade
Snip, snip, brushed off, glad to have the cuffs off
Chicken fried rice, Snapple in the duck sauce
Hood shit, Blood, Crip, vatos, narcos
Pimps peddle pussy like it got a barcode
NASDAQ, Dow Jones, Iraq, back home
Lost slim crack bone, dope den crack home
Homicide, funeral, spray paint mural
Monkey see, monkey do, eight for the decimal
Green card, INS
Rep 'til my dyin′ breath
When I turn to ashes, let my niggas smoke the rest
Inhale deep, blow out slow
Welcome to nostalgia, so now y'all know
Y'all know
Y′all know
Welcome to my life
To my world
Project City, for life
APP, yeah, for life
Yeah
I see you, Kill, ha, watchin′ over me
Three Gs
Yo, Pop, what up?
Yeah
Lil' Purp, what up?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Runs through me, for life
Forty-five
Capos
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Through me the block talk
New York City in the backdrop
Jers from the G-dub
Niggas rollin′ trees up
Tell my niggas ease up
Judge tried to hang a nigga from the projects
Forty-five made a nigga certified OG
Capo the cold D's
Reminisce OE
Liquor hit the concrete
Piss-stained hallways
Niggas duckin′ court dates
Real niggas do it while the coward niggas portray
Forté, foreplay, cut back, snort yay
Twenty-four sev, never have an off day
Three-six-five
We reside where the weak deprive and the streets be live
Sick beehive with the creased Levi's
No respect for the law 'cause we be God
Jihad, holy war, BB at the corner store
Loosies, groupies, biscuit with a two-piece
New meat, lockdown, ridin′ with the top down
Both knees, blow me, zonin′ off a top now
Four pounds, Rugers remove your medullas
Boosters, credit card scams and the roosters
Cluck, cluck, fuck, suck, swallow like a sour pill
Guns up, gun bust, hollow you for dollar bills
Muslim, five percent, Christian, Jehovah's wit′
Protest, politics, grotesque government
Sniff, sniff, white horse, hounds with the mild sauce
Movin' so fast, scared to take your eyes off
Nighttime, showtime, yellow tape, chalk lines
Pop the morning stew, eatin′ hot sauce and pork rinds
Headline, front page, barber for the one blade
Snip, snip, brushed off, glad to have the cuffs off
Chicken fried rice, Snapple in the duck sauce
Hood shit, Blood, Crip, vatos, narcos
Pimps peddle pussy like it got a barcode
NASDAQ, Dow Jones, Iraq, back home
Lost slim crack bone, dope den crack home
Homicide, funeral, spray paint mural
Monkey see, monkey do, eight for the decimal
Green card, INS
Rep 'til my dyin′ breath
When I turn to ashes, let my niggas smoke the rest
Inhale deep, blow out slow
Welcome to nostalgia, so now y'all know
Y'all know
Y′all know
Welcome to my life
To my world
Project City, for life
APP, yeah, for life
Yeah
I see you, Kill, ha, watchin′ over me
Three Gs
Yo, Pop, what up?
Yeah
Lil' Purp, what up?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Writer(s): Rasheed Amin Chappell, Carl Kenneth Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

