C4 by G.M.I Venus Lyrics
(Verse One)
Feeling like the phoenix, burning freedom, all these people tryina' come purge on me, ocean water tryina’ surf on me, kick a nigga at his weakest points, a bad ting tryina' serve on me, another girl tryina' care for me, cause she really heard a nigga joints, a good table still prepare for me, stuck in the life line, can’t breathe by the alpines, all the gold that's refined, totem poles well I made mine, I'm out here crossing all the fine lines, what I'm seeing with defiled eyes, broken girls that dare try, a bloody canvas that I paint by, we tryina' get fed by the portions, bad blood and contortions, but we never get it twisted, listed, selling souls at auction, bad habits and extortion, swag daddy I done torn shit, all the Gin I don't pour shit, we been through all the poor shit
(Hook)
Busy crossing bridges, when I hit you on the line
I don't fuck with niggas, asking shit at all the times
All the money rinsing, better put it on the line
Out with dirty business, and you niggas left behind
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
(Verse Two)
Times remain so beautiful, dodgy dodgy with the games, I'm busy dancing in the flames, all the different shots that I aimed, kinda played it’s unusual, 2160 on the frame, kinda misty with the fame, kinda hefty with the pain/ By the drawing boards I got skill sets, all the plans surpass masons, with everything we not basic, with the forecast we not shaky, reached accords for that pay cheque, truly yours I’m amazing, with the new decor we oasis, what I do it for I'm on facing, so tenacious man I ran some miles, drowning deep in the obsession, economy on recession, would we ever bounce back, ready made it, on the number dial, tryina’ pass it with the message, sacrilege in the passage, the bottom feeds in a casket
(Hook)
Busy crossing bridges, when I hit you on the line
I don't fuck with niggas, asking shit at all the times
All the money rinsing, better put it on the line
Out with dirty business, and you niggas left behind
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
Feeling like the phoenix, burning freedom, all these people tryina' come purge on me, ocean water tryina’ surf on me, kick a nigga at his weakest points, a bad ting tryina' serve on me, another girl tryina' care for me, cause she really heard a nigga joints, a good table still prepare for me, stuck in the life line, can’t breathe by the alpines, all the gold that's refined, totem poles well I made mine, I'm out here crossing all the fine lines, what I'm seeing with defiled eyes, broken girls that dare try, a bloody canvas that I paint by, we tryina' get fed by the portions, bad blood and contortions, but we never get it twisted, listed, selling souls at auction, bad habits and extortion, swag daddy I done torn shit, all the Gin I don't pour shit, we been through all the poor shit
(Hook)
Busy crossing bridges, when I hit you on the line
I don't fuck with niggas, asking shit at all the times
All the money rinsing, better put it on the line
Out with dirty business, and you niggas left behind
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
(Verse Two)
Times remain so beautiful, dodgy dodgy with the games, I'm busy dancing in the flames, all the different shots that I aimed, kinda played it’s unusual, 2160 on the frame, kinda misty with the fame, kinda hefty with the pain/ By the drawing boards I got skill sets, all the plans surpass masons, with everything we not basic, with the forecast we not shaky, reached accords for that pay cheque, truly yours I’m amazing, with the new decor we oasis, what I do it for I'm on facing, so tenacious man I ran some miles, drowning deep in the obsession, economy on recession, would we ever bounce back, ready made it, on the number dial, tryina’ pass it with the message, sacrilege in the passage, the bottom feeds in a casket
(Hook)
Busy crossing bridges, when I hit you on the line
I don't fuck with niggas, asking shit at all the times
All the money rinsing, better put it on the line
Out with dirty business, and you niggas left behind
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more
I gotta blow up like C4, yeah yeah
You coming through, bet you see more