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Big bags, push it, push it Big bags, push it, push it, vision Big bags, push it, push it (Can you see the vision?) Big bags, push it, push it (Can you see the vision?) Syre died in the sunset, don't be like him Erys was born in the dark and was handed a [censored] A lot of shit I'm thinkin' 'bout I never plan to admit That's why I had to make the canvas in brick I understand they don't get it They just wanna see the flick of the wrist All the raps, pink pistols and drip They in the stands and they trippin', man They don't listen 'bout the simplest shit Give me a minute while I paint this picture Man, no one figures it was hours of the boys of the city doin' chores 'Cause he know he gotta push that vision, idea connoisseur Unprotected with the scorch, no remorse Man you get, homie, business is business There's a lot of firefall when your city fair share of all commissions Got hot, almost turned to a scrimmage I had to run around the block, young nigga was winnin' So when I'm whippin' switch place and the windows is tinted Man, this shit is so different Los Angeles it's all fake and ERYS a young genius He's gonna take it No traces on the clothes, gotta pack it naked Letras de cancionesAs-Salaam Alaikum, pray to God I make it We run the city with these vision laces New mayor if they break it, I'ma run and figure I just push the pen 'til they hate us Got demons but I been a slayer Always flex like [?][1:23] They just need to switch behavior 'cause this is what I call Chase, hold 'em down, fuck it up Money, run down, fuck it up Money, run around, fuck it up Yeah, set it up, fuck it up (Woo) Yeah, give 'em loud, fuck it up Yeah, say it loud, fuck it up Money, run around, run it, run it up Them boys gotta a lot around the corner, probably shot down We don't ever see 'em when the sun is out Lotta pink shine when I'm runnin' 'round And I'm still waitin' on the hunnid thou' Really, out here helpin' people you don't give a fuck about Next time for the clique, they pissed off Crystal, sip, sip, know them niggas talk Young boy, I don't trip, ERYS, I been the one Jeweler hit my line he said "What color for the neck?" I told him "Pink" Flamin' with that dummy shit more water than the sea Honey I speak it to so and so and now I'm on my sleeve, jeez Take one on us, we the hottest by the beach saying Shit they don't believe so I had to let us- Another young nigga gone in the sunset We were shootin' down the drones, we were upset They was comin' for my fam, homie, fuck that We was runnin' from the feds in the garden From the pig Flood me with the dumbest shit, that drippy in my drip Pink crystal when I sip it, got a hickey on the beat (Let's go) Couple killers feelin' cheeky, feel like shootin' in the streets Niggas silly, they don't feel me, so I gotta let em' see it Another young nigga gone in the sunset We were shootin' down the drones, we were upset They was comin' for my fam, homie, fuck that We was runnin' from the feds in the garden Oh, my rebel child another died today Oh, my rebel child the sun is gone away Oh, my rebel child watch your back tonight Oh, my rebel child you might lose your light Oh, my rebel child another died today Oh, my rebel child the sun is gone away Oh, my rebel child watch your back tonight Oh, my rebel child you might lose your light From Letras Mania