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Vnms - Line in the Sand Lyrics



Vnms - Line in the Sand Lyrics
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I heard it's not bout what you say
But how you say it
So I spit it live and direct
With no delayin
Make sure you hate the game
Before the one that played it
Cuz life's a bitch and then you die
On my Mac Dre shit
No one in the game been this cold
Since George Gervin
With more magic in my words than
Penny, shaq, and Ervin
They told me pick your poison
I guess I'll roll with Durban
Crossed with og Kush
That cookie got me swervin
In and outta lanes
Stay fly like a plane
King behind the boards
Puttin my prints on the game
And I know I'm leavin traces
Cuz my fingers always sticky
Errwhere I go
Imma keep some icky wit me
Blowing in the wind
Like Sam Cooke or Stevie
Need that crack on a track
Slide thru and see me
They say time is money
No samples or freebies
Blood sweat and tears
But I make it look so easy
Cuz the shit me is simple
I earned my credentials
And if I'm on the slap
Bet it bang like a pistol
Like a ref missin calls
You ain't picking up my signal
And If I'm in between ya jaws
Breathing might be minimal
Say it to ya face
No time to go subliminal
If know me you can vouch
If you don't now ya know
How I roll
Outta control
Like my life
So rollercoaster like
Filled highs and lows
Bob and weave
Sting like a bee
That Muhammad Ali flow
Mark Price at the free throw
That means I'm goin in
Joe Namath guaranteed tho
Couple pens in my pocket
But they ain't for writin
Lemonchello cartridge attached
Bitch I'm high flyin
Hustle in my heart
Got this grind on my mind
Hip Hop is my life
So ain't no stoppin til I die
Meaning imma do it
Til my veins filled
With embalming fluid
Talk to me in money
Marijuana or music
Ingles o español
That's 5 languages fluent
There's only 2 options
Make it happen or make excuses
Mexican heritage
Put in the work and keep it movin
Smart ass all my life
Cuz I ain't ever been stupid
And I ain't pass the tree
Just cuz she a cute bitch
Save the best for the fam and me
But you already knew this
Even with writer's block
I pick the lock
Like a criminal
In a white hat
Like Mike jack
The Smoothest
Yea
And it don't stop
And it won't quit
I ain't the one
You wanna go
Bar 4 Bar with
Nah, nah
Yea
And it don't stop
And it won't quit
I'm not the one
You wanna go
Bar 4 Bar with
Nah, nah, nah
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I heard it's not bout what you say
But how you say it
So I spit it live and direct
With no delayin
Make sure you hate the game
Before the one that played it
Cuz life's a bitch and then you die
On my Mac Dre shit
No one in the game been this cold
Since George Gervin
With more magic in my words than
Penny, shaq, and Ervin
They told me pick your poison
I guess I'll roll with Durban
Crossed with og Kush
That cookie got me swervin
In and outta lanes
Stay fly like a plane
King behind the boards
Puttin my prints on the game
And I know I'm leavin traces
Cuz my fingers always sticky
Errwhere I go
Imma keep some icky wit me
Blowing in the wind
Like Sam Cooke or Stevie
Need that crack on a track
Slide thru and see me
They say time is money
No samples or freebies
Blood sweat and tears
But I make it look so easy
Cuz the shit me is simple
I earned my credentials
And if I'm on the slap
Bet it bang like a pistol
Like a ref missin calls
You ain't picking up my signal
And If I'm in between ya jaws
Breathing might be minimal
Say it to ya face
No time to go subliminal
If know me you can vouch
If you don't now ya know
How I roll
Outta control
Like my life
So rollercoaster like
Filled highs and lows
Bob and weave
Sting like a bee
That Muhammad Ali flow
Mark Price at the free throw
That means I'm goin in
Joe Namath guaranteed tho
Couple pens in my pocket
But they ain't for writin
Lemonchello cartridge attached
Bitch I'm high flyin
Hustle in my heart
Got this grind on my mind
Hip Hop is my life
So ain't no stoppin til I die
Meaning imma do it
Til my veins filled
With embalming fluid
Talk to me in money
Marijuana or music
Ingles o español
That's 5 languages fluent
There's only 2 options
Make it happen or make excuses
Mexican heritage
Put in the work and keep it movin
Smart ass all my life
Cuz I ain't ever been stupid
And I ain't pass the tree
Just cuz she a cute bitch
Save the best for the fam and me
But you already knew this
Even with writer's block
I pick the lock
Like a criminal
In a white hat
Like Mike jack
The Smoothest
Yea
And it don't stop
And it won't quit
I ain't the one
You wanna go
Bar 4 Bar with
Nah, nah
Yea
And it don't stop
And it won't quit
I'm not the one
You wanna go
Bar 4 Bar with
Nah, nah, nah
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Writer: Martin Esquer Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Vnms
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Martin Esquer Jr.

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