Melo by Namebrand Lyrics
Life is fast lane death is in the driver seat so the thought of saving a dirty dollar is obsolete
Get it how you live it but never spend it on property poverty's a sick needed more than a doctor King
I'm from where hunger meets rivalry
Here they snatch yo bags up every day Halloween
Jealousy's Bitch and she don’t practice monogamy won't be satisfied until your laying under autumn leaves
Ain’t no hiding behind no gimmick as long as I'm satisfied with the guy inside if this skin
And the critics die when they try couldn't crucify me for spitting all this shit on my mind then I exercise them with feeling
Now we're feeling the cup with wine on continental airline you know who's headlining nigga... Father forgive them while I live a dream
[Hook]
And I don't wanna wake up
From all the celebration
Let's make a toast to memories
So this way I won't forget ya
No... no
In a circle full of wild believers Jeremy Scot Mazerati dreaming we still at the Honda dealers
Me and my Amigos ducking the mausoleum sell pain for profit we tryna buy freedom
Then I get thrown in a genre with Lupe or Kanye though I might Lil Jon ya
For hooting and hollering gossiping about my position when you ain't in my position so stop bitching
Jet in the sky we probably flying in it and the flow crazy line Rihanna's nigga
Feel like a giant no one can stop me to get what took an entire life and 2 years with no pot I can piss in
Now until I got time beat I put my life behind the bars nigga strike 3 nobody quite like B I remember
[Hook]
And I don't wanna wake up
From all the celebration
Let's make a toast to memories
So this way I won't forget ya
No... no
Come on this is my victory lap the haters picture me clapped flat waiting for the devil to get me
So I'm gone of the liquor and a one of the sticky an keep it moving like I brought furniture with me
I’m from the city where the police will spray us and G's die all the time niggas spill they cups
So now it’s hard to stay grounded when ya wheels stay up its like Cosby never slept Chuz my bills stay up hey Brand!
Nigga used to be hot now try burns over did I be stealing they girls and tell them turn over
Treat brawds like basketball they pick and roll and drop a package off
So while y'all niggah have nightmares and wake up screaming I go to sleep to realities and wake up dreaming
Toast Champelle cuz we been through hell and made the cut like a Ginsu yeah
Get it how you live it but never spend it on property poverty's a sick needed more than a doctor King
I'm from where hunger meets rivalry
Here they snatch yo bags up every day Halloween
Jealousy's Bitch and she don’t practice monogamy won't be satisfied until your laying under autumn leaves
Ain’t no hiding behind no gimmick as long as I'm satisfied with the guy inside if this skin
And the critics die when they try couldn't crucify me for spitting all this shit on my mind then I exercise them with feeling
Now we're feeling the cup with wine on continental airline you know who's headlining nigga... Father forgive them while I live a dream
[Hook]
And I don't wanna wake up
From all the celebration
Let's make a toast to memories
So this way I won't forget ya
No... no
In a circle full of wild believers Jeremy Scot Mazerati dreaming we still at the Honda dealers
Me and my Amigos ducking the mausoleum sell pain for profit we tryna buy freedom
Then I get thrown in a genre with Lupe or Kanye though I might Lil Jon ya
For hooting and hollering gossiping about my position when you ain't in my position so stop bitching
Jet in the sky we probably flying in it and the flow crazy line Rihanna's nigga
Feel like a giant no one can stop me to get what took an entire life and 2 years with no pot I can piss in
Now until I got time beat I put my life behind the bars nigga strike 3 nobody quite like B I remember
[Hook]
And I don't wanna wake up
From all the celebration
Let's make a toast to memories
So this way I won't forget ya
No... no
Come on this is my victory lap the haters picture me clapped flat waiting for the devil to get me
So I'm gone of the liquor and a one of the sticky an keep it moving like I brought furniture with me
I’m from the city where the police will spray us and G's die all the time niggas spill they cups
So now it’s hard to stay grounded when ya wheels stay up its like Cosby never slept Chuz my bills stay up hey Brand!
Nigga used to be hot now try burns over did I be stealing they girls and tell them turn over
Treat brawds like basketball they pick and roll and drop a package off
So while y'all niggah have nightmares and wake up screaming I go to sleep to realities and wake up dreaming
Toast Champelle cuz we been through hell and made the cut like a Ginsu yeah