X-Zibit

X-Zibit - Everything lyrics

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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, 
I remember underage drinking at sixteen, 
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, 
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. 

My back was to the wall, visited all, after all, all I 
had was me 
Just tenacity, so we all leave with a sense of sweet 
Then everything I write around got a cotton seat, 
Fuck y'all dry, saw off and done rapidly. 
Partner, now let's be honest, ain't got no good 
intentions, 
The upper tune is the dudes moving in my position. 
But I'm a heavy, wait humble, hitting the heavy bag 
Waiting for the day I stumble across your fucking ass. 
Instead I push the work in, chin up and chest out, 
Picking the shit up where I left off, 
You went soft intention too tenant to deal with the Los 
Angel, 
I admit it, I bull shit and gave you the wrong angle, 
Now I have a seat at my table, let me do you the 
business, 
Diversify you millions, you can leave off the entrance. 
Make every revenue street flood to where it took me, 
And make that money stack higher than giraffes. 

I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, 
I remember underage drinking at sixteen, 
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, 
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. 

I used to have a Glock that I would shot to at backpack 
So it will leave no shells at the scene where I was 
getting my kid back. 
Yeah, this for the homie whack, rolled to and chopped 
up, 
On hard to make the west defined a united fund. 
Beard big, light it up, waiting on that vending truck, 
So I can crush the corner, welcome to California 
Where people fake it ‘till they make it, or take it 
with their hand gun, 
Take your chances, swing, try to land one. 
Now you're in the box like a sand some, I march to the 
madness 
My symphony deliver something classic. 
Either you ain't glad or you blast it, jumped in or 
dragged it, 
Either way, you got to salute the flag, who you want it 
with? 
I acknowledge honest with whole heart and integrity, 
People keep telling me I'm about to catch a felony. 
Stage presence, reminiscent of my flash back 
Gave my girl a son and my last name. 

I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, 
And I remember underage drinking at sixteen, 
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, 
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. 

They're talking about they locked up in a coop in the 
mansion, 
I'm saying you can't knock me off the square that I 
stand in. 
Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed, 
‘cause now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. 

Motherfucker, I live in room that look like a drive-in, 
When I open my eyes a bunch of bitches play violins 
Nothing but respect when I walk to the lights in, 
Because I kill everything, bitch, I kill everything. 

Nothing ever compares with the spring of a free mind, 
Find the most dangerous weapon ever acquired by mankind 
Using to fight for your freedom and oppress your 
oppressors 
You mould them and lead them, fuck the positive 
message. 
This is a lifetime allegiance, boy, you're down to the 
essence, 
There's no payment for passage, my immaculate presence, 
Make every revenue street flood, look where it took me, 
And make that money stack high and you run a pussy. 

I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen, 
I remember underage drinking at sixteen, 
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen, 
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything. 

They're talking about they locked up in a coop in the 
mansion, 
I'm saying you can't knock me off the square that I 
stand in. 
Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed, 
‘cause now I got everything, bitch, I got everything

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