Correction Lyrics Kickin’ Flavor by Vi Finesse

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Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love
Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust
Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush
Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch
(Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above
Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough
Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up
‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run)

Teens toting choppers in my city, never passed the test
35 in the pen, never gained respect
Or we could take it to the court, let ‘em make you sweat
Better keep your head up, like you doing reps
Got my credits in the bag, then I packed the whip
Had to leave the city too, so I took a trip
Passing knowledge to my homies, I could never quit
Two degrees on my wall and they barely fit
Tell Quinn that I’m at it, how I work a stage
Got the lights on the boy, steady throwing shade
Got the floods on low, how I’m making plays
I been at it since the Wood, I could never stray
In the Beth, moving light when I pass the gate
Got a badge for the days I could get it straight
Crossing lines out of state, I ain’t running late
Get this paper every morning, I can never wait

Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love
Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust
Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush
Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch
(Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above
Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough
Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up
‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run)

Heard my homie spitting game, barely even home
I been working through the pain, feel it in my bones
Got some problems working lanes that I never drove
Got some family in my past that ain’t seen the phone
Green grass on the end where I’m tryna lay
All good with the bros when they come to hang
Same set from the go, we could never change
Bossing up with my woes, onto finer things
Tryna it keep it mum, all the words falling low
City going dumb when the boy hit a show
No tour buses, just Elantra and the roads
All gassed up since I'm Mobil on the flows
Shawty from the Haven like my sound, she don't know the truth
I got it this grease in the Peake, so I let it loose
Crossing waters with my team, out at Liquid Blue
Then I get out the city, college and some views

Me and my blood gotta link, city full of love
Got a pocket full of dreams turning into dust
Kicking flavor in your ear, better keep it hush
Or that boy disappear, he don’t keep in touch
(Me and my blood gotta link, God is all above
Got a pocket with the script, when the time is tough
Kicking flavor in your ear, don’t you give it up
‘Fore that boy disappear, always on the run)

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