The Return by Conscious Lyrics
[Verse: Conscious]
Lyrical suicide bumping city wide in your newest rides
Southside I spit flows you never knew defined
You wanted smoke but all you threw is 5
Look in the mirror like who am I?
Could I rock Air Jordan's with a suit and tie?
Keep hustling cause people doing time for consuming pies
Politics ain't for me they all using lies
I ain't no Christian but I crucified this beat
Ayo it's do or die in the streets
Police vs gang member shooting nines like every damn week, stop it
Cocaine residue in son's back pocket
Seen the goddamn devil in his eye socket
I got a mami fat ass from the tropics
She make you pop, lock, drop any block
Hit the pot tea kettle keep the semi hot
The flow sweet like Henny but I got bars not too many got
On my god shit straight off the mind
I couldn't find the right motivation to grind
Until we rhymed and I seen it in my niggas eyes that when we get bigger we wouldn't let all the figures make us blind
Grinding for the top know it takes time
But your seconds turn to minutes, then your life finished
I watch the clock turn 3:46
Sun ain't rise yet that's when I reminisce
12 years old young boy smoking piff
Young teenager dreaming of the hottest shit
High school freshman man I couldn't trust no bitch
Grand-mom passed damn a nigga lost his shit
10th grade when a nigga lost common sense
Got up in the courtroom nah I didn't snitch
I look back now them pussies on my hit list
They never thought the young man would become this
Rock in my hand I can't miss straight swish
You say you ball but look like Sasha Vujacic
Call my shooter Kobe I'm Derek Fish
Cause I'd rather dish then have no sportsmanship
Thats what you call an assist
It's not about passing it off after the pick
Let's all get rich blow half a pound and pop Cris
You know it's Conscious
Lyrical suicide bumping city wide in your newest rides
Southside I spit flows you never knew defined
You wanted smoke but all you threw is 5
Look in the mirror like who am I?
Could I rock Air Jordan's with a suit and tie?
Keep hustling cause people doing time for consuming pies
Politics ain't for me they all using lies
I ain't no Christian but I crucified this beat
Ayo it's do or die in the streets
Police vs gang member shooting nines like every damn week, stop it
Cocaine residue in son's back pocket
Seen the goddamn devil in his eye socket
I got a mami fat ass from the tropics
She make you pop, lock, drop any block
Hit the pot tea kettle keep the semi hot
The flow sweet like Henny but I got bars not too many got
On my god shit straight off the mind
I couldn't find the right motivation to grind
Until we rhymed and I seen it in my niggas eyes that when we get bigger we wouldn't let all the figures make us blind
Grinding for the top know it takes time
But your seconds turn to minutes, then your life finished
I watch the clock turn 3:46
Sun ain't rise yet that's when I reminisce
12 years old young boy smoking piff
Young teenager dreaming of the hottest shit
High school freshman man I couldn't trust no bitch
Grand-mom passed damn a nigga lost his shit
10th grade when a nigga lost common sense
Got up in the courtroom nah I didn't snitch
I look back now them pussies on my hit list
They never thought the young man would become this
Rock in my hand I can't miss straight swish
You say you ball but look like Sasha Vujacic
Call my shooter Kobe I'm Derek Fish
Cause I'd rather dish then have no sportsmanship
Thats what you call an assist
It's not about passing it off after the pick
Let's all get rich blow half a pound and pop Cris
You know it's Conscious