Vibin Out by Trakboy Lyrics
{Intro]
We vibin' (x5)
We vibin' out
We vibe out
We vibin' out
[Hook] (x2)
We vibin' out
The team, we vibin' out
Blackin' out
It got us spazzin' out
We vibin' out
The team, we vibin' out
We cashin' out
The liquor pourin' out
{Verse 1: Sey]
I be chillin' in the pursuit of these millions
I be screaming, "Fuck ya feelings"
'Cause my niggas did some killings
At least they was offin' villains
Terrorizing every village
Every opp gon' rape and pillage
So one less is like the ceiling open up
You see the light
Everyday we gotta fight
And I ain't even mention whites
White supremac-, White aggression
Black oppression got us stressin'
It's just a day in the life
I'm not too proud to confess it
But I gotta make it right, like
Never let a culture vulture up and give you ulcer
Understand I'm vibin' out
Rappin', I be rhymin' now
Like Young Angel and Young Lion
But it's Ryan and Ryan on the track, boy
Production by Trakboy
Never will we lack, boy
We reppin' for black boys
Who never got to have joy
Taken by the Bad Boys
Spazzing makin' mad noise
'Cause even Michael Lowrys wanna see you sleepin', drowsy
Leave you 6 feet, hope it never repeat
{Hook]
[Verse 2: Ryan Racks]
Hallelujah, Haduken
That's how it look when I'm shooting
That blue fray come from that pistol
Hit you like, "Ma, is you ruined?"
I mean events they gon' need when I shoot none
Already dead, 'cause you only shoot zombies in the head (Ah!)
Killin' these niggas for rockin' these scriptures I swear that this
Verse is complete
Thou shall not kill, but I'm killing these rappers, so making you so obsolete
You niggas be rapping like, "Yadadadadada"
No, no, no, we don't compete
You was on that side lying
I was in that track meet
For the record, on the record, I been breaking records
That's a fact
How ironic? Me and Boyce back on the track
Those are facts
Ripping this shit from the front to the back
Stronger than your uncle, Jack
She gon' throw me 'til she yak
I told her you can have her back
Another heart broken, I'm never soft spoken
Like, what you smokin'?
Snap my fingers, bring the dope in
Music junkies goin' crazy
All these crack in these lines
I was in the streets
You was scared lookin' through the blinds, nigga
Don't lie to these people
These people, we knowin', don't feel you
The truth will set you free
But you know, the truth will kill you
Reveal the real you
Now we don't feel you
Now we don't feel you
Nah, now we don't feel you, nigga
Don't lie to these people
These people, we knowin', don't feel you
The truth will set you free
But you know, the truth will kill you
Reveal the real you
Now we don't feel you
Now we don't feel you
Nah, now we don't feel you, nigga
We vibin' (x5)
We vibin' out
We vibe out
We vibin' out
[Hook] (x2)
We vibin' out
The team, we vibin' out
Blackin' out
It got us spazzin' out
We vibin' out
The team, we vibin' out
We cashin' out
The liquor pourin' out
{Verse 1: Sey]
I be chillin' in the pursuit of these millions
I be screaming, "Fuck ya feelings"
'Cause my niggas did some killings
At least they was offin' villains
Terrorizing every village
Every opp gon' rape and pillage
So one less is like the ceiling open up
You see the light
Everyday we gotta fight
And I ain't even mention whites
White supremac-, White aggression
Black oppression got us stressin'
It's just a day in the life
I'm not too proud to confess it
But I gotta make it right, like
Never let a culture vulture up and give you ulcer
Understand I'm vibin' out
Rappin', I be rhymin' now
Like Young Angel and Young Lion
But it's Ryan and Ryan on the track, boy
Production by Trakboy
Never will we lack, boy
We reppin' for black boys
Who never got to have joy
Taken by the Bad Boys
Spazzing makin' mad noise
'Cause even Michael Lowrys wanna see you sleepin', drowsy
Leave you 6 feet, hope it never repeat
{Hook]
[Verse 2: Ryan Racks]
Hallelujah, Haduken
That's how it look when I'm shooting
That blue fray come from that pistol
Hit you like, "Ma, is you ruined?"
I mean events they gon' need when I shoot none
Already dead, 'cause you only shoot zombies in the head (Ah!)
Killin' these niggas for rockin' these scriptures I swear that this
Verse is complete
Thou shall not kill, but I'm killing these rappers, so making you so obsolete
You niggas be rapping like, "Yadadadadada"
No, no, no, we don't compete
You was on that side lying
I was in that track meet
For the record, on the record, I been breaking records
That's a fact
How ironic? Me and Boyce back on the track
Those are facts
Ripping this shit from the front to the back
Stronger than your uncle, Jack
She gon' throw me 'til she yak
I told her you can have her back
Another heart broken, I'm never soft spoken
Like, what you smokin'?
Snap my fingers, bring the dope in
Music junkies goin' crazy
All these crack in these lines
I was in the streets
You was scared lookin' through the blinds, nigga
Don't lie to these people
These people, we knowin', don't feel you
The truth will set you free
But you know, the truth will kill you
Reveal the real you
Now we don't feel you
Now we don't feel you
Nah, now we don't feel you, nigga
Don't lie to these people
These people, we knowin', don't feel you
The truth will set you free
But you know, the truth will kill you
Reveal the real you
Now we don't feel you
Now we don't feel you
Nah, now we don't feel you, nigga