Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Comin' up dawg cus Robbie lived a half life
Part of me is dying part of me is tryna live right
Where you comin from? What you tryna represent?
What the beast inside tell you homie I feel the presence
Of the beast of the monster in the streets
The veins in yo' wrist, the cuts and the slits
The tattoos, track marks, tryna quit is so hard
Vices til the dirt, guerro tryna put in work
It's an art, it's a start, it's something from my heart
Held the steel in my hands shit gets hot it's 'bout to spark
Held the 12, held the 9, help my homies all the time
I never know what happens in this crazy city of mine
Always stay strapped, keep and AR-15 in my backpack
Breaking wraps, rollin' Swishers in the alley outback
Of the barbershop, drink until my bottle and my molly drop
Ay
Follow yo' dreams, never lose hope
The money never lasts when you're goin' broke
Never seen anybody do the game quite like me
Playin' wit the heat, Danny cookin' up so we can eat
It's automatic cause a panic when I'm at it
Never had it, Woods bitch I'm back at it
Flowin' like a semi-automatic
All she cared about was cash and plastic
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
You wish you wish you could compete
I been eatin' only beats, got Nikes on my feet
Rollin' up blue cheese, bet I brought the whole team
Kings and Queens lost in a scene
Memories are jaded on our way to the top I know they hate it
I know they hate it, I know they hate it
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Lookin' down the barrel of an H and K
Finger on the trigger gonna let it spray, let it spray
Like a can of Glade, comin' at me like you're gonna catch a fade
Then you mad at me when I take the cake, just you wait
Got the new sound jumpin' through the JBL
Yeah I made it through the depths of hell
Only smokin' good weed know it by the smell
If you not with me, then I wish you well, wish you well
No wastin' time there's money to be made
All you rappers only tryna get laid
F*ck that I'm just tryna get paid
And I'll clean you up like a dirty stain
All you do is complain, shoot you down and take away the pain
All I feel for you is disdain, and I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Dichotomy AZ - Vices (feat. Tall Tree & Cam'leo) Lyrics
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Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Comin' up dawg cus Robbie lived a half life
Part of me is dying part of me is tryna live right
Where you comin from? What you tryna represent?
What the beast inside tell you homie I feel the presence
Of the beast of the monster in the streets
The veins in yo' wrist, the cuts and the slits
The tattoos, track marks, tryna quit is so hard
Vices til the dirt, guerro tryna put in work
It's an art, it's a start, it's something from my heart
Held the steel in my hands shit gets hot it's 'bout to spark
Held the 12, held the 9, help my homies all the time
I never know what happens in this crazy city of mine
Always stay strapped, keep and AR-15 in my backpack
Breaking wraps, rollin' Swishers in the alley outback
Of the barbershop, drink until my bottle and my molly drop
Ay
Follow yo' dreams, never lose hope
The money never lasts when you're goin' broke
Never seen anybody do the game quite like me
Playin' wit the heat, Danny cookin' up so we can eat
It's automatic cause a panic when I'm at it
Never had it, Woods bitch I'm back at it
Flowin' like a semi-automatic
All she cared about was cash and plastic
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
You wish you wish you could compete
I been eatin' only beats, got Nikes on my feet
Rollin' up blue cheese, bet I brought the whole team
Kings and Queens lost in a scene
Memories are jaded on our way to the top I know they hate it
I know they hate it, I know they hate it
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Lookin' down the barrel of an H and K
Finger on the trigger gonna let it spray, let it spray
Like a can of Glade, comin' at me like you're gonna catch a fade
Then you mad at me when I take the cake, just you wait
Got the new sound jumpin' through the JBL
Yeah I made it through the depths of hell
Only smokin' good weed know it by the smell
If you not with me, then I wish you well, wish you well
No wastin' time there's money to be made
All you rappers only tryna get laid
F*ck that I'm just tryna get paid
And I'll clean you up like a dirty stain
All you do is complain, shoot you down and take away the pain
All I feel for you is disdain, and I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Comin' up dawg cus Robbie lived a half life
Part of me is dying part of me is tryna live right
Where you comin from? What you tryna represent?
What the beast inside tell you homie I feel the presence
Of the beast of the monster in the streets
The veins in yo' wrist, the cuts and the slits
The tattoos, track marks, tryna quit is so hard
Vices til the dirt, guerro tryna put in work
It's an art, it's a start, it's something from my heart
Held the steel in my hands shit gets hot it's 'bout to spark
Held the 12, held the 9, help my homies all the time
I never know what happens in this crazy city of mine
Always stay strapped, keep and AR-15 in my backpack
Breaking wraps, rollin' Swishers in the alley outback
Of the barbershop, drink until my bottle and my molly drop
Ay
Follow yo' dreams, never lose hope
The money never lasts when you're goin' broke
Never seen anybody do the game quite like me
Playin' wit the heat, Danny cookin' up so we can eat
It's automatic cause a panic when I'm at it
Never had it, Woods bitch I'm back at it
Flowin' like a semi-automatic
All she cared about was cash and plastic
Look at my wrist, look at my bitch
You wish you wish you could compete
I been eatin' only beats, got Nikes on my feet
Rollin' up blue cheese, bet I brought the whole team
Kings and Queens lost in a scene
Memories are jaded on our way to the top I know they hate it
I know they hate it, I know they hate it
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Lookin' down the barrel of an H and K
Finger on the trigger gonna let it spray, let it spray
Like a can of Glade, comin' at me like you're gonna catch a fade
Then you mad at me when I take the cake, just you wait
Got the new sound jumpin' through the JBL
Yeah I made it through the depths of hell
Only smokin' good weed know it by the smell
If you not with me, then I wish you well, wish you well
No wastin' time there's money to be made
All you rappers only tryna get laid
F*ck that I'm just tryna get paid
And I'll clean you up like a dirty stain
All you do is complain, shoot you down and take away the pain
All I feel for you is disdain, and I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
I'll leave you six feet in yo' grave
Virtues and Vices, held up in my mind shit
Am I goin' crazy am I holy in my conscience?
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know
Writer: Cameron DiRuzza, David Price, Draven Goss
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dichotomy AZ
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Cameron DiRuzza, David Price, Draven Goss