Song lyric - Philip George - Wish You Were Mine
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Song lyric - Philip George - Wish You Were Mine
U are stuck in an elevator tryn to reach my level
And i battle snitches saddle bitches i would never mind
That was the worst time in my life but after all i can shine
Pushin trough any weather gettin better
Grappin pen and papers my rap hits u like tazers
Haters without a clue what they talkin bout
But i dont give a dame though jeah i shout loud out
To the clouds my doubts
Will never be the ones controlling me again
Dame i hate the way i think
Cause they are trolling me again
All the same im still in the game
Didn't surrender no matter the fact
What i say is correct
When i trill shit
I'll be at the top real quick
From 0 to 100 real shit
Now u are on my hit list
Better not get whippep bitch
I feel a itch in my lips
When the beat start to kicks
Chicks start moving their hips
Da boys rolling tips
With bricks in my way im sure i will build something great
Chase with ambition my very personal vision
Trough lyricism propagate my mission
Put ur minds on a test lets see if u check
First check the mic then track my rise
Not even close to a hype
Can't describe how i write
Trying to find time for typing the textes
Beeing distracted from different actions
Spread my rap across fractions
U all feel a musical resurrection
When i trill shit
I'll be at the top real quick
From 0 to 100 real shit
Now u are on my hit list
Better not get whippep bitch
I want to Lay down at the beach
With hands full of weed
A permanent smile on those cheeks
Every week releasing a beat
With lyrics on it i adore it
No more frowns on my brow
Sure i want more No more controversy
420 equally livin in peace smokin peace
Jesus ~ suspected it a long time ago
That love is all u need to keep go ~inhaling
Im fading taking sips till the blaze dims
No way out the concrete jungle
And i humble i swear i try
To get my mind right
Men what a fight
So i conclude and enter into
To get my loot promise i proof
Wanna spit fast and pass rhymes to the mic
Gosh ima psych wipe ur ears out from the old shit and wait till i hit
But yo i take it slow
So that even the ignorant people
Are able to understand me to
U are stuck in an elevator tryn to reach my level
And i battle snitches saddle bitches i would never mind
That was the worst time in my life but after all i can shine
Pushin trough any weather gettin better
Grappin pen and papers my rap hits u like tazers
Haters without a clue what they talkin bout
But i dont give a dame though jeah i shout loud out
To the clouds my doubts
Will never be the ones controlling me again
Dame i hate the way i think
Cause they are trolling me again
All the same im still in the game
Didn't surrender no matter the fact
What i say is correct
When i trill shit
I'll be at the top real quick
From 0 to 100 real shit
Now u are on my hit list
Better not get whippep bitch
I feel a itch in my lips
When the beat start to kicks
Chicks start moving their hips
Da boys rolling tips
With bricks in my way im sure i will build something great
Chase with ambition my very personal vision
Trough lyricism propagate my mission
Put ur minds on a test lets see if u check
First check the mic then track my rise
Not even close to a hype
Can't describe how i write
Trying to find time for typing the textes
Beeing distracted from different actions
Spread my rap across fractions
U all feel a musical resurrection
When i trill shit
I'll be at the top real quick
From 0 to 100 real shit
Now u are on my hit list
Better not get whippep bitch
I want to Lay down at the beach
With hands full of weed
A permanent smile on those cheeks
Every week releasing a beat
With lyrics on it i adore it
No more frowns on my brow
Sure i want more No more controversy
420 equally livin in peace smokin peace
Jesus ~ suspected it a long time ago
That love is all u need to keep go ~inhaling
Im fading taking sips till the blaze dims
No way out the concrete jungle
And i humble i swear i try
To get my mind right
Men what a fight
So i conclude and enter into
To get my loot promise i proof
Wanna spit fast and pass rhymes to the mic
Gosh ima psych wipe ur ears out from the old shit and wait till i hit
But yo i take it slow
So that even the ignorant people
Are able to understand me to
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