Transition (Explicit)-Brian Fresco/GLC/Drey Skonie/Dylan Lloyd

Transition (Explicit) - Brian Fresco/GLC/Drey Skonie/Dylan Lloyd What up This is g l c The ism Speaking this apostle gospel And this player like vision Had to get on with my youngin' by the name Of fresco Let's go Blowin' on this motherf**kin' petrol You know what I'm talkin' 'bout That's the gas We always gon' motherf**kin' outlast the Motherf**kin' feds Wanna get up with my little homie Go ahead and pay money As I rotate through these windy city streets With my thru player partner by the name of Brian fresco And save money This sh*t is not a mirage You know what I'm saying These nay nayer's frauds Better get on your job yeah Champagne with the breakfast Everyday a celebration Living gold and when I walk in isolation Vibrations Got these b**ches eyes' rapin' Niggas hatin' Still never say sh*t Never phase sh*t If you're trying to shake my hand 'Cause they feel aa ni**a made it Shouts to double xl where these b**ch he's think I'm famous And then they give snapchats to me Shameless Every row somes titties shakin' Somebody tell amy that she deserve an oscar And I got her when I make it Uh pop a xan calm me down Sh*t anxiety been gettin' to me I gota feelin' all these nights gon' rest Assured my fam comfy Turn the to hella bands Turn the youtube mp3 to hella fans And turn my peers into groupie class And got my haters pissed I hope you get the jist I got a bucket list It got me livin'lit I put that on the 6 Say it's been a couple years We'v been workin' Wow niggas raw like the hitters Lights is on us now Lights on my people watch like What he on to What he thinkin' What he gonna do He done drop on my So drop do money What's next Proof hope this casanova sh*t you been Talkin' gon' do the thang for you Swear you deserve it Lot of niggas out here reappin' with no purpose And you sh*t get past the circuit cutting deep Then I think that you should Celebrate like the super bowl Celebrate like the super bowl Finger super froze Ring big like the super bowl Hundred super old Super bowl parade when I touch down The city love me Tell mayor rahm I need a key Unlock the city Let my niggas fill they tummies As the fruits grow the labours shrink Open mics to sold out shows Rip to brother Mike 'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home And when they call us home Just know the doves cry Been on the block since service Seen the whole pie Momma came in saw me meddlin' Like called his father Daddy came home like Son this how we beat the bottom And don't encourage you But if you do Better serve like you frank luke Be your own boss Of your own road Get your own crew Never let these niggas contain you Get your own court Get your own ball Sh*t I took that sh*t and ran with it Now I'm in the club with chance and vic They poppin' bottles shower models But the bands different They swipe their cards out But why 'Cause the hustle different That's why I got tunnel vision 'Cause I can't see these niggas I'm in the fast lane Stuck in traffic b**chin' Empty gasoline I came from building F**k your block My house was 20 feet Ellis park ain't never bred a b**ch That's why I'm on my feet I'm still screamin' ida b Like ain't no condos uo on my own streets Like I don't think about that fire land Or when tionda and diamond went missing Growing pains but I'm still growin' Still growin' doing things Goin places but never forget What the low end made me Keep me sane Speak on it player You know what I'm saying We gotta understand This sh*t is real As you represent the motherf**kin' land You know what I'm talkin' 'bout This is my man brian fresco Save money ain't a d**n thing funny Hopefully you can dig it Dig it deep enough to find treasures And realize that we came friom a reckoning Power of people Bound by no means beyond motherf**kin' measures You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Sh*t this man speakin' the motherf**kin' truth His life is the motherf**kin' proof Sh*t the angle is motherf**kin' obtuse And sometimes it's a little bit acute You know what I'm talkin' 'bout The hoes choose and these lames out here Motherf**kin' lose And you snooze You lose This is somethin' for your motherf**kin' mind Nothin' for these lames to motherf**kin' include You know what I'm taklin' 'bout Elevate the mind state Not the motherf**kin' crime rate You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Sh*t so motherf**kin' serious amongs our Motherf**kin' peers Behold my true player partner By the name of fresco Because this year is motherf**kin' his Yeah And I am the motherf**kin' ism Preach Preach Ism Ism