EQUIPTO - That, Pt. 2 lyrics

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(feat. Andre Nickatina)

[Andre Nickatina]

Powerful...Powerful

[Equipto]

I remember he told me

Calm down... [x4]

Yeah, God forgives my soul when I'm doin bad

The pain I feel when livin life too fast

So calm down was the words that I heard last

My eardrums are still numb from the first blast

I couldn't turn back, past the grave

Into my head for the dead, puttin ash in graves

And I smoke with the spirit, so feel me rise

Up in the clouds, from now up until we die

It's like that

I sat all through the star spangle

Lookin for a light to guide me to an angel

Gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers

When everything's dark my heart is full of anger

[Andre Nickatina]

I'd rather be a bull for day

Then a goat forever

My life is a joke so whatever

Man, primetime reason and rhyme

You know the rhyme be the reason

Slingshots at Chuck Taylors it's the season

There is no state of the art or no special effects

Its just money, politics in these projects

And you imagine your a playboy that's kickin it live

But in his own damn mind yo he's doin time

Now that's deeper then the craters on the moon

Crushin up weed in the back dressin room

I hate to be greedy but I love to be greedy

I hope the little guy love me, but don't be me

I do it like a genie, blaze in a beanie

Lifetime contract and no you can't free me

Kweezy...

[Equipto]

Yeah we live and die its all for the cash flow

Don't get replies, I'm high and react cold (?)

I don't know why, I couldn't explain it

Lost focus of the love in an innocent way

Live for today, hey I'ma escape to the music

To try to make up for all the wrong that I'm doin

I swear I know better, but so far gone

And no God hear the cry out in every song

Its upon everybody, through moons and stars

Rise or fall, I'm dead with my open arms

[Andre Nickatina]

Man it's such a rush that I get

When the money spent and all the dope is lit

Man this is how I repent

I keep a devil's eye on tigas that spit the gift

And is it true in the afterlife the souls a trip?

That's kamikaze logic, man the ghetto is the topic

You try to cop it?

You gotta sell it then ya drop it

Its like its hot cuz if its not

Then the plot starts to thicken

I'm sorry, but moneys a religion

Fly like a pigeon, man what's yo decision

The homie's is waitin in the Fillmore division

Rap life livin, fast cars driven

It's something like prison

But this is how we listen, listen

You ready to bounce homie

Get up out of here, bounce homie

Get up out of here

It's like that, it's like that, it's like that