Drank (feat. Eric Houston) - Vinnie Vast & Anxire

Nothin wrong with making money And driving lavish cars Fucking the baddest bitches Wanting to be a star But, No matter who you are You need to know yourself So much that ain't no other place You need to go for help Ni66as will lead you wrong Family will brake your trust Your Friends will let you down And that bitch could give a fucc Don't bother lookin down When you should be looking up For What u seek is inside you Like in every one of us So ain't no giving up Make sho you keep on striving My niggas pass the word For those that need the guidance Sometimes you go through problems To find out to solve em Strange how a couple words Might help ya closest patna Might put you in some pussy Keep you from gettin caught up Even give you direction If you're willing to follow Most people wouldn't bother At the end of the day But I Wouldn't charge you a dollar To guide you on your way Church Divide and conquer Black girls rock Me and my niggas rappin Division of a culture You listening to what's happening? Must be the Cameras flashing That's causing this distraction We're in the melting pot In "A nation full of bastards" Mixing done hit the masses We're running out of time In the race to see who's fastest Niggas done lost they mind Its like they're scared to be leaders During these trying times It ain't no Zodiaccident People is warning signs Selling and trafficking, Ugh!! Getting my niggas time And that shit be moving super slow... Just like these fuccin' dimes But, Here goes an assist To help my niggas learn I'd rather throw you this ally Stead of dunkin that sherm Alphabets make the words That's God down to a science Takes more than religion learn it Somebody had to write it And thats just one of the secrets Hidden within society Yet they still keeping the silence Knowing you need the guidance Shout out to Dmx Anti-illuminati This little light of mine Shining on everybody For my thoughts are a flame With a sword in my mouth And my word is a blade Used for clearing the route For the path of righteousness Some niggas ain't gon' like this shit The truth ain't always what u feel And that ain't y I write my shit But now its time to right the ship And this time we flip the axis Rap don't smell so much like shit When Sleeping on a pissy mattress Shot em... lights, camera, action! Got em thinkin they're some stars Somebody lied and told the world That we ain't been to Mars You sound so stupid bruh? Lil Wayne I am from Jupiter Can't Gas me up with money talk What the fucc u niggas do this fuh? Catch a hint, u clueless fuck The Money simply equals time Time worked for rent and taxes They're slaving by the classes now Elephants or asses huh? How will you vote to keep surviving When skilled workers are often jobless In a population that won't stop rising We need guidance

I'm just trying to survive And help my family eat Locked up doing time That Ain't no place for me Ain't no use in them lying The truth won't set me free Wanted dead or alive off in these city streets Everyday mamas cry Because their children die Too many losing their lives Behind some petty crimes Ain't got no luck finding jobs And I got two degrees But they don't ever stop hiring Off in these city streets My nigga lost his fucking life Off in these city streets Envious niggas Turn to killers As they watched him eat A street Geek, I bet he knew Before the home invasion That his demise Would be at the hands of some Familiar faces My mind racing Cuz the money make you paranoid Every nigga you try to help Prolly done had it hard A Sad story As they look for u to empathize... Can't trust a soul Even if they look you in your eye Never surprised, Cuz these bitch ass niggas will lie to God Ain't coming up Because they're money ain't on one accord They're null and void Cuz I know the root of all evil And It's the love for the money That exists in all people But our people Be the main ones that's got that issue If they ain't getting nothing from u Then they ain't fucking witchu Lack of ambition Bitch you can't get nothing else fa free I say a prayer for the deceased My nigga Rest in peace Up in these city streets There ain't no peace I got my piece So I can keep the peace Grippin that thang, tint and bang, Slidin on leather seats ... And it don't matter where u from Young niggas play for keeps Ducking, Watching for the police up in these city streets Peep what I'm saying Cuz I ain't trying to die like Malcolm bruh Nobody playing They'll Hit yo ass with that potassium BANG!!! That K hit u Best believe you bout to lay it down Nobody seen it They're just trying move the fuck around Niggas u down wit Contribute to their own destruction And you'll be going down wit em If you stay on that fuk shit You duck bitch You're always going for it on fourth down When u should lead with your defense And probably punt sometimes Get lawyered dine Cuz every month U gotta pay that fee To defer them charges Cuz your honor is a fucking theif You cop a plea and took a bargain Talkin bout give us free Now you Got yo ass extorted In these city streets Off in these city streets

No I can't listen to rap music To me it sounds like a bunch of noise Sometimes I hear it in cars booming Boom! Boom!! But i'd settle for that old bass guitar My son and my daughter listen to it I guess I can't quite get into it I'd rather be singing next to an acoustic I guess I'm just a country boy Now don't get me wrong I like the popular songs And when I workout I listen to trap But I'm just jammin to the rhythm While I do my 50 sit ups But the lyrics I don't listen that Cuz their either killin or their selling Screwing women or their yelling Smoking wacky tobacky Telling stories bout the ghetto Just a crazy bunch of fellows Going through hard times Who get a little bit depressing In the scheme of their rhymes But when I'm flipping through The stations Looking for some inspiration I listen to it while I'm passing the time But when I'm gassing up the dually It just does something to me You can tell it ain't a passion of mine Nope No I can't listen to rap music To me it sounds like a bunch of noise Sometimes I hear it in cars booming But i'd settle for a bass guitar

Wake yo bitch ass up That cigarette Burned a hole in your shirt Your mouth dry Ain't no mo lean in your cup Man wake yo bitch ass up Yo phone dead Holding a half of a blunt You can't wake up Because you too fucked up Bro wake yo bitch ass up You still sleep But you gon have to get up You can't get comfortable Cuz you made a few bucks Say my nigga, get up I'm a keep shaking you Til you've had enough Open your eyes And wipe the shit out your tear ducts Nigga get up Boy it's a reason Why we always assed out On that poison popping pills Until you damn near passed out Get up That Oil good til the very last drop Another activist on activis Slowed down to a stop Get up You could get shot or you could die from disease They shouldn't have never gave The government weed Say my nigga wake up You hear me talking But you don't seem to be listening Light that shit up And get them drugs out your system You woke? Nigga wake up And take a hit of this dope And change the mutha fucking channel And get that cup off my floor Turn on the mutha fucking news I heard somebody got shot... They said a murder suicide That happened right up the block My rockets in first place Look at Harden... Yop! Bitch you ain't gotta watch That nigga still gon hit the shot Damn, you see this shit They just acquitted them cops Who shot this nigga 5 times Right in front of his house Talking bout he look suspicious Ain't that the kettle calling the pot Black than a mother fucker Man these bitches need to rot Put em in general pop Amongst the gangstas and killers The Rapists and drug dealers And let them shank them fuck niggas But you know that white privilege Gon get em off Scott free Cuz the judges like referees Cheating fa the home team You Sell crack and use codeine? Well I'm a let you know something If manufactured or possessed It's considered Controlled Substance Black people are being manufactured And possessed, harvested for their organs Manufactured by young mothers And possessed in the prison system That makes you! All of you A Controlled Substance

Don't ever let no pussy Come before your ambitions Cuz if you do you Your whole life You gon regret your decisions Stagnant Don't let no nigga Talk you out your position Or your dreams'll die in your sleep Before you realize the vision You might have to hit the floor Before you break through the ceiling But you'll never accomplish nothing If you get comfortable chilling Stagnant What people say Don't let it weigh on your feelings Put some effort behind your methods And don't ever stop building Or be stagnant Watch the people you hang around Instead of talking, just listen If they ain't movin You ain't movin Standing right there with em Just Dragging Yo fuckin feet In the presence of friends Who scared to tell yo ass the truth Cuz they don't want you to win Speak yo life into your future While they're still at where they've been Or remain the character in their memory Thinking they know who you is Always Ready to burn a blunt Until they burn down a bridge While they Clocking your every move Like you're competing with them And as soon as you reach the rim At the top Of the Cracker Barrel Just Remember the little people Be the ones dragging you backwards Until you're stagnant And broken into millions of fragments Destined to be forgotten Just Like the rest of the has beens Who always had the potential But didn't follow their passion If you don't use it, then you lose it Left to wonder what happened Now you Steady marching in place Cuz you're too easily distracted Lots of effort with no direction Might just progress you to the madness Or being Stagnant You ain't no mutha fuckin rapper Man lyrics them ain't shit Hit this mutha fucking blunt And let's go fuck wit a bitch You already know the club lit So We can parking lot Pimp I be out there every weekend So nigga don't even trip If it ain't poppin, We can dip And head back to the crib My baby mama got the kids So we can post up and chill And do what the fuck we wanna Twist open some Coronas Pull up some instrumentals And freestyle til the morning Man that shit never gets boring Cuz I know you got talent And when you drop your first album I'm a be the first one to have it On my mama I was there when you had first started rapping I had been to the pen twice And you still ain't made nothing happen You ought to be talking bout trapping Just like everybody else That's what the hood wanna hear Nigga fuck being yourself You ain't no Drake or Mos Def I would just spit em some nonsense Plus u got some dope ass beats Bro, All u need is that one hit But you be on that dumb shit Trying to get your point across That's why you still in the same place Writing raps at yo Patnas house Stagnant