Transition-Vic Santoro/Swiss

Bumping fists to handshakes, We transitioning Ghetto living to landscapes That’s what the vision is Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English We transitioning, we big boys now We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down We transitioning, bigger and better goals now [Vic Santoro] I know my grandma would be proud of me Got my motivation from people that always doubted me Pain really turns into blessings, so in my time of need I just think back to all the lessons that have grounded me We had to try angles just to see a square Circle gets smaller when you’re tryna weigh up these affairs Coming from a place where the leaders don’t reaffirm God told me “Chill young man, soon it’ll be your turn” What you really here for, tell me what your purpose is Getting to your goals, life believe I really worked for this Reasoned with myself, like I really got a lot to give But how am I gonna get there when I’m meddling where the bottom is Got sick and tired of keep dipping these sirens Play wolf in sheep’s clothing and then do realignments Now we hang it round our necks, we ain’t digging for diamonds I used to let it ring out like you’re calling on private Bumping fists to handshakes, We transitioning Ghetto living to landscapes That’s what the vision is Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English We transitioning, we big boys now We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down We transitioning, bigger and better goals now [Swiss:] Running from nightmares, now I’m chasing my dream Coz I done seen the devil’s smile in the face of a fiend Hard times would make a man of God do dangerous things A young’n risking his freedom for chops, chains and a ring Small minded That’s what success is, you make what they see See I came from holes in my trainers and stains on my jeans That’s probably the reason I sold drugs ‘til late in my teens Round about the time my older brother created a team Took the road hustle mainstream, infiltrated a scene Dodging feds in my hoodie, wearing suits tailored with seams Sitting in the kitchen to boardroom tables I mean Made a transition, shotting eights to laying sixteens Do the math. In my thirties, I ain’t tryna relive the youth that I’ve had Gotta stay focussed on mortgages and pursuing land For the children coz trust me, I never knew my dad Just wanna drop these jewels on em, we ain’t tryna brag Bumping fist to handshakes, We transitioning Ghetto living to landscapes That’s what the vision is Slang in the streets, switch it up when it’s business Foreign exchange, certain cheques only speak English We transitioning, we big boys now We signing contracts, certain things we avoid now Raising our children, it’s better we put them toys down We transitioning, bigger and better goals now