CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Vllg Preview
Takes a village
Word son, ahahah
Yeah
That ? real enough to rep San Diego from N.Y.C
Bold enough to believe and wonder why I see
I look to the sky, you look up to the I.G
I walk by Him to try and get hooked up to the I.V
When you've been through the fire and tell me what's woke
I been in touch with the Holy One and we just spoke
Told me no weapon would ever affect my brush strokes
The picture ain't pretty, never been one to trust folks
They think I don't know, but I know the game and how it go
How greedy hands can turn your team into some co-stars
This ain't a movie, but they still trying to play my bro
Well they should know if there's a problem, then it's both ours
My brothers keeper, the slim-chiefer, the whole feature, the sole-reaper, the never-gossip, no diva
If it ain't popping, just know it's possibly no Jesus
They hate the name, I see it man, know the reason
They feelin' hurt, 'cause they heard me
You ain't listen, you pervy
You pervert everything you hear, and twist it ? nerdy
You say you with the team, but you ashamed to wear the jersey
In real life, that pride got you out here looking dirty
And wifey from the state, north west, the state of Jersey
She curvy and got me topsy-and-turvy, and call me poppy, he able
No cane, no crutch or label trying to drop me
Ownership 'til retirement, mi casa lookin' lofty
I turn my back to the game, and took the blame I was faulty
Falling down, but he caught me
Salt to the earth, you salty
It still ain't seasoned, yo Jon, why'd you call me?
It's light work man
Word son, ahahah
Yeah
That ? real enough to rep San Diego from N.Y.C
Bold enough to believe and wonder why I see
I look to the sky, you look up to the I.G
I walk by Him to try and get hooked up to the I.V
When you've been through the fire and tell me what's woke
I been in touch with the Holy One and we just spoke
Told me no weapon would ever affect my brush strokes
The picture ain't pretty, never been one to trust folks
They think I don't know, but I know the game and how it go
How greedy hands can turn your team into some co-stars
This ain't a movie, but they still trying to play my bro
Well they should know if there's a problem, then it's both ours
My brothers keeper, the slim-chiefer, the whole feature, the sole-reaper, the never-gossip, no diva
If it ain't popping, just know it's possibly no Jesus
They hate the name, I see it man, know the reason
They feelin' hurt, 'cause they heard me
You ain't listen, you pervy
You pervert everything you hear, and twist it ? nerdy
You say you with the team, but you ashamed to wear the jersey
In real life, that pride got you out here looking dirty
And wifey from the state, north west, the state of Jersey
She curvy and got me topsy-and-turvy, and call me poppy, he able
No cane, no crutch or label trying to drop me
Ownership 'til retirement, mi casa lookin' lofty
I turn my back to the game, and took the blame I was faulty
Falling down, but he caught me
Salt to the earth, you salty
It still ain't seasoned, yo Jon, why'd you call me?
It's light work man
