1. |
Forever XP
03:23
|
|||
Vous ne riez plus?
Vous avez peur, hein?
Vous comprenez que ça la peur!
Yeah, forever XP, let's go
Fais péter ton spliff
Let's go, huh
What's a soldier without a war
Rich without the poor
Kids without chores
And a glass without the pours
A world without laws
A model with no flaws
A tiger without claws
Lumberjack with no saw
A 3 with no 4
A king with no court
Some coke with no snort
You buy it can't afford
A house with no roof
The truth with no proof
A mouth with no tooth
Some socks with no shoes
Detective with no clues
It's rap with no blues
A clock with no snooze
A drunk with no booze
A flower with no beese
It's snoop with no trees
The beach without a breeze
You planting with no seeds
A preacher who won't preach
No class for you to teach
A seeker who won't seek
A dancer with no feet
Got plans but don't lead
A tree with no leaves
Big cars but no keys
No blood for you to leech
No heights for you to reach
No games for athletes
No rappers for rap beefs
No food for you to eat
And a world with no you or me
I said a world with no you or me
Shit's crazy
I don't think about how I got there but what made me
It gotta make sense like a drug dealer with babies
It gotta be 100 like 20 plus 80
It gotta be legit like you ain't trying to play me
Like you ain't try and serve me them biscuits without gravy
Like you was all out ammo but still aiming
Like we was on the court and you constantly throwing flagrants
Like you knew I was learning but you ain't have the patience, ugh
Mais moi il me suffit d'appuyer sur un p'tit bouton ici à côté de moi
Et je vous entend plus
Ah vous m'écoutez maintenant
Vous m'écoutez parce que vous avez peur
Ayo, you ain't a friend of me
You can't reciprocate my energy
I shared memories
With God out in Italy
And he was telling me
That I'm my own worst enemy
It's multiplicity
I'm working hard like it's ten of me
They don't deserve your energy
Especially if it's investing in
Something that potentially can
Be a memory
I need stability inside my life
Can never let it be
My mind's playing tricks on itself
Such a tricky thing
Born broke
But you know them opposites attract
We learnt alchemy young
To turn that hope into stacks
Making moves over Jack's
Putting points on a bag
Either that, grab the strap
Taking all the shit they had
It's real
I never been the type to miss a meal
We gone light another one
Take a drink crack the seal, ugh
The flyest in ya drum
We ain't ever fear none
Forever XP in the spot
We rock the casbah
|
||||
2. |
1 Way Ticket
03:01
|
|||
I Modern Warfare'd my gun
How the fuck you gone leave me the crumbs
I'm not the one
Cockroaches and bumbs
Got they eyes on my funds
I spun they head once the record was spun
I'm on the front lines
They saying that a warrior's built
During these hard times
Remember staring out the window
During these car rides
Thinking of master plan
We gone help each other rise
Remember seeing powder cook up
And watched it caramelize
Wasn't allowed inside of the kitchen
Unless authorized
Better kill your pride
Before you step inside
I'll tell you why
Cause I seen'em lose it
And bubble it back up
Seen the best do it
Keep a stash in that mattress
The work had the fiends
Out practicing back flips
He became Houdini
Disappeared all his assets
And that's it
Now he cuddled up with that glass dick
It's that quick
Gotta have respect for that hat trick
The game
One way ticket to the game (one way)
A one way ticket to the cane
A lot of shit change
When you lose it and regain
They tryna take your reign
Protect your name
One way ticket to the game (one way)
A one way ticket to the cane
A lot of shit change
When you lose it and regain
They tryna take your reign
Protect your name
I can see em eye mine from afar
They know me but I know who they are
I can see em eye mine from afar
Didn't momma tell you wish on a star
See no matter where you from
Shit gone always be the same
Every hood and every block
We be striving for a change
Using mass amounts of hope
Just to get us through the flames
If you tryna change the channel
Shit gone end up in your face
One way ticket to the game (one way)
A one way ticket to the cane
A lot of shit change
When you lose it and regain
They tryna take your reign
Protect your name
One way ticket to the game (one way)
A one way ticket to the cane
A lot of shit change
When you lose it and regain
They tryna take your reign
Protect your name
|
||||
3. |
The Turkey Bag Diaries
03:31
|
|||
So let's ball foo
Call that motherfucker, bro
Gotta get some more shit right now
I hit my dude yo where the gas at
I need some of that hazmat
Killah out the turkey bag
One hit and pass that
Remember smoking stress holes
Poked in the coke can
Now we puffin godly shit
Whole nuther program
Grew it out the grodan
I'm smokin till we old men
Blew some of that GP
My chest start to fold in
Done tried it all
When it comes to puffin reefer smoke
Even scraped the resin
Made it work when we was broke
Holler if you need a toke
My cheeba make the meanest choke
A zipper for the C note
Back woods we elope
My mijos know I'm smokin like
Tony with a kilo
Still smokin the roach cause
The shit ain't cheap tho
I love me exotics but the OG my top best
Ain't nothing like new batch
Crystally cut fresh
We trimming down the water leaves
And watch the bitch undress
Taste her on your lips
We got the best and that's no less
Finger tips dirty cause
I don't use a grinder
Got at least the clip ready
Soon as I rise up
Stoners be reveered now
They used to dispise us
Even caught a charge
Cops would call it a crime bust
I like that kinda bud
Smell like its a pine crushed
I been out in Cali
I be having these options
We could hit the store
Hit the homie and cop it
I smoked around the world
Let me give you my top 10
L.A., The Bay
Maine-Mass and Amsterdam
Swiss had the hash
But it was brought in from Moroccan fam
Washington state, Colorado
Then it's Oregon
New York got some shit
Produced from everywhere importing it
Everywhere I go
I'm asking for the most potent shit
To get me on the level
Til I ain't trying to roll up again
I be smokin more than you
And your stoner friends
With the mijos blow a ounce
And do it all again
|
||||
4. |
Just Like That
02:14
|
|||
Yeah
Sheer confidence, wack
I been the antonym, dope
Don't make popular tracks
But got the lines you quote
Design the lines with a oath
Cause I rhyme with the pros
Getting live at the shows
Dog I mean to impose
Cause we gone get on
Leave your veins full of venom
Crash dummie hittin a semi head on
Too fast gone blow the engine
Tortious with the shells
I'm cooking rabbit with the Dijon
So fuck what they on
Je suis autorisé
You gone have to call me back
Everytime they pressing play
On your shit we saying next
Gone slap the shit out the dude
Who's writing the checks
How you funding this wack shit
We rock amongst the best
This is pivotal rappin
Tout est possible
Over 100 degrees
I spark the trees upon the set
Hunt'em down like Boba Fett
While I'm higher than a jet
If it aint about bread
I aint got no time for it
|
||||
5. |
||||
6. |
Million Dollar Bag
02:55
|
|||
Californian getting ready for the winter
Couple hoodies, couple jeans and some
Wind breaker zip-ups
New shit dropping soon as we enter
A new season, it don't get no realer, more scriller aye
Always gotta keep the damn blick tucked
Cause these streets always wanna get you
When you put your feet up relaxin
Gotta keep a stash to put the stacks in
We gone make this income passive, schematics
A blue print written for life's passions, imagine
Shit get moving where it's stagnant, attract like magnet
Dreaming of the life that I live
Watching MTV yo raps as a poor young kid
I close my eyes and kick a rhyme to the wind
Life of sin gave me stories to spit
I know the broken can relate to this shit
Never sold my soul but he sold his
All my fans know that he don't miss
Ain't a man if you can't feed your kids
Pray to Elohim
That we seen some green off of them keys
Ray Charles I can't see y'all thieves
I came to speak my piece
Or the piece speak out to your peeps
Bon appétit
Twist a wood, sunsets on the beach
Copped half off primo
He know that that's all me
We are the streets
Guaranteed raw raps, raw beats
You know we out y'all reach
Took the shit and start to carve my niche
Million dollar bag, million dollar bag
Put it in the stash, put in the stash
Million dollar bag, million dollar bag
Put it in the stash, put in the stash
Million dollar bag, million dollar bag
Million dollar bag, million dollar bag
Million dollar bag, million dollar bag
Put it in the stash, put in the stash
|
||||
7. |
Magnifying Glass
03:02
|
|||
Come on
Bring ya magnifying glass y'all gotta see this shit
It's the small battles won that lead up to this
The victory horns, oh lord I'm glad to be on
You seen me weather these storms
Had my back through it all
I call upon the spirit
When these times are gloomy in appearance and I'm
Living out a dream some call fake
The flow of the music got'em watching the levy break
It's possible to make something so small, astronomical
The force we apply is via nautical
The motion is smooth
Approach life, got something to prove
We let the needle do its thing to the groove
And let them players in the stands
Talk shit from the nose bleeds, I'm proof
They ain't swinging in the leagues we in
Born with a spirit that needs to win
Failures I just can't comprehend
Cause this life we in
I stay responsible for shit I said
Bring ya magnifying glass y'all gotta see this shit
See it's the small battles won that lead up to this
See it's the diamonds glistening all across the wrist
It's the coming from a spot with no pot to piss
To getting all the love I could get, I kept it lit
This for them nights when
I ain't sleep in a bed
For them nights I
Couldn't really keep myself fed
For them nights I
Could've really wound up dead
For the nights I'd rather rob them then try to beg
You know the deal, them hunger pains
Make'em play the hunger games
The streets is real
Ain't no love Los Ang'
Pay the boss the man
I'm trying to live my life with toucans
By the white sands
My art living decades for man
Like in Iran
And they gone have to make some space
Now that we here
And leave something they can't erase
For future let's go
Stay fearless in the heat of the moment
I look forward to seeing eyes of opponents
Blood splash on a lotus
Holding your own up in the midst of commotion
That's what I do
That's what I do
That's what we do
What ain't gone kill me gone make me stronger
I hit the block, I put on God's armor
I feel at peace through the gritty somber
I ain't afraid to send you right to momma
If you deserve it then I'll do the honors
I see the blessings God brought upon us
This is the power of my forefathers
And we ain't stopping 'til the ghost call us
If you don't do it from the soul
Then you don't gets no love, no
|
||||
8. |
||||
9. |
||||
10. |
||||
11. |
||||
12. |
||||
13. |
Forever Pavot Paris, France
"A vive allure, du Vivaldi, dans la voiture,
A fond la caisse Claude de Bussy pour m'adoucir"
Streaming and Download help
If you like Forever XP, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp