Correction Lyrics Rilist No. 1 by Viddal Riley

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Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Many changes up around me, I’m supposed to keep up
No time to think that you were privileged just to put my feet up
Upscaling the natural part of the process, no stress
Vandal and randal leave that in recess
Reese’s, pieces of gold within my reaches
Leeches, draining my spirits since I was fetus, uhh
And that’s a vocal point of conversation
Like a wi-fi request, when hitting new locations
I located the bag, and everything inside it
Feel like it’s a feminine one, it’s full of pure surprises
Through the wakening, no connection to my eyelids
Told you that I’d listen in depth, Johnny, I’m a pirate
Many man I know that lived and died, it’s by the pirus
Curtis Jackson or 50, they wishing death would find it
Columbo with situations, a clue will find it
Mutombo, the size of egos that float around us
I hope that you can feel my pain
Wasn’t Bull famous, I feel insane
When I’m up in the ropes, they scream my name
Never dropping or fall, I run the game, uhh
And I really believe it
Me and my n***as moving very strategic
Pirate pelege it, we leave them looking up at the ceiling
Never unprovoked, we only do it when it’s needed
The garden of Eden forbidden fruit I see it, it’s the apple we hold, the social media need it
And I attack on my foes, cause it’s the realest reason
And this is any season
I wanna leave my share and leave nobody bleeding
I can inspire bare and do it just through speaking
Thinking real world win, these n***as must be tweaking
Now I’m searching my soul through all my grandma teachings

Man you know my heard bleeds, what is this
Me and my dawg across seas, a mischief
Man I’m begging on my knees, forgiveness
Through all of this we lived to witness
Yeah
Through all of this we lived to witness
Man I ask for forgiveness, yeah

Now you know it’s second verse you know
Thinking I’m the worst, you know
Making this sh*t personal
Early morning drives with Mitch, pull up to terminals
N***as didn’t think I could sing, I showed it’s workable
Working on my efforts and key, my sh*t is purposeful
Being who I thought I would be, in a convertible, uhh
It’s been so many times, and many rhymes
People sensitive to this like I’m Sensydine
But if I sense it dying, then my people will get it, that’s up in zero time
You see me ride with my homies, live life with my homies, take flights with my homies
Really real, you catch the realest on this lonely
Gotta watch these haters closely, they be coming for my trophy, yeah
Variety, different sh*t that we owning, yeah
Versace, my n***as are dying, pay for debts
Battle down on the ground, when it was my arrest
IRS, texting my winnings, I’m seeing nothingness
F**king mess, all of this grinding, I know that I’m the best
Challenges, never existed, I always manage it
Vanishing, after I get the paper and double it
Fogging it
Loving the game and I’m on top of it
Dropping sh*t, n***as be scared, they know it’s hella real

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