"Sage Wisdom" lyrics
Karma! & SadBoyProlific Lyrics
My Cousin high as hell off of some painkillers
OG from the block gave us sage wisdom
I was kept from becoming a cold case victim
OG Showed me how to flip a script and now my chains whipping
My Brody hit a stain and now your chain missing
They gave him the iron curtain like he Vladimir Lenin
He can't beef lest its Kosher so we givelte fishing
Detective said he needs a full picture I guess the camera glitching
Karma round they put their hands up like this shit a stick up
Back seat of a Benz with a fridge full of liquor
I'm playing with a dime while you can't rub a nickel
Rolling down the tinted windows Draco giving hiccups
Tailored Coats and fanny packs
What he do for a living
Big bro got prescriptions every month I think he getting sicker
Double cup of lean He so addicted he needed a big gulp
8ball on the table ain't no pool round here we don't do swimming
Swang the whip it hit the curb
Slanged a brick while in the burbs
Me I'm mentally disturbed
I wasn't posed to reach this earth
Feel pain each day it seeps and hurts
Yo girl tryna leave her shirt
Me I need to leave for work
Take some you gon bleed or worse
Asking for forgiveness while repentin when I leave the church
Ask god if I really did my worst before I leave this earth
He messed with the team so now the only thing he sees is dirt
I'm a beast I just burned off a leech and watched it seeth and wormed
Anything is possible but often doesn't seem for sure
Ask me bout my purpose I'm just tryna be a being that's pure
Late at night I'm on the highway hitting high speeds tryna serve
It's highly unlikely that your wifey ain't gon like these words
In my room it ain't nothing but runes I'm tryna strike a curse
Dying tryna write the only time a ghost could write my verse
Late at night I see me dying often while inside a hearse
On a beach where water meets the sea while tryna ride the currents
Pull it out and claim it jam
Hoe definition
Out the window while its moving
Robinhood precision
Two thick red bones and they both Brazilian
Use my backhand on these hoes
Made a deal with her children
6 dots to his dome Looking like krillin
Face Shot on a dickhead
That's a circumcision
You be hanging round them birds
You a damn pigeon
With my brody know we on and in your bitch like prepositions
Holdup I'm in a pocket
Amex out I got your shawty grinning
Messing with it now your dame missing
I could turn her to a whole villain
Whole block turning to mausoleum
Said I raised up in southeast
Thats in DC
Now he moving different
DMV from the PG
Aint too many niggas out there really winning
Kids here that be growing up
Giving mental problems out to rich children
These the kids that be growing up they gon see a murder
They dont see no victims
Ask a nigga what he do deserving while you looking ar his fuck momma grieving
Then go out and place another hit
On another one
That's the one did em
10 racks
Offered on the coast
Shit- that might make a nigga move different
6 digit bounty on his head
Type a shit make you think you made a killing
Track runner
He an athlete
But some bullets took em on a new mission
Alcoholic
With a bad weave
She gon sip that liquor while she beat her children
Street corner
Smell like cat pee
Want my shoe size
But my shit different
Decades later
On the same shit
Now I'm OG
Giving new wisdom
Tell em they be on wrong shit
If you don't show em how they gon learn different
Teach a nigga
How to make money
How to shoot guns
But not cope with it Ugh
OG from the block gave me some sage wisdom
Taught me how to flip and serve it if your bank missing
I was tricking flipping whips like I was on a mission
The Money fuel expensive hobbies like golfing and fishing
If I don't see a polo on you -you aint really winning
If I don't see a tax return, then what you really spending
Don't get caught up in the bullshit all them niggas spinning
And if you keep the wrong ones round you all your niggas spilling
OG was a smooth talker and really convincing
Told me I should worry bout myself and go quit on the shipping
And always keep a cross you should be god fearing
Do everything before they bury you the clock ticking
Rest in peace CILE
OG from the block gave us sage wisdom
I was kept from becoming a cold case victim
OG Showed me how to flip a script and now my chains whipping
My Brody hit a stain and now your chain missing
They gave him the iron curtain like he Vladimir Lenin
He can't beef lest its Kosher so we givelte fishing
Detective said he needs a full picture I guess the camera glitching
Karma round they put their hands up like this shit a stick up
Back seat of a Benz with a fridge full of liquor
I'm playing with a dime while you can't rub a nickel
Rolling down the tinted windows Draco giving hiccups
Tailored Coats and fanny packs
What he do for a living
Big bro got prescriptions every month I think he getting sicker
Double cup of lean He so addicted he needed a big gulp
8ball on the table ain't no pool round here we don't do swimming
Swang the whip it hit the curb
Slanged a brick while in the burbs
Me I'm mentally disturbed
I wasn't posed to reach this earth
Feel pain each day it seeps and hurts
Yo girl tryna leave her shirt
Me I need to leave for work
Take some you gon bleed or worse
Asking for forgiveness while repentin when I leave the church
Ask god if I really did my worst before I leave this earth
He messed with the team so now the only thing he sees is dirt
I'm a beast I just burned off a leech and watched it seeth and wormed
Anything is possible but often doesn't seem for sure
Ask me bout my purpose I'm just tryna be a being that's pure
Late at night I'm on the highway hitting high speeds tryna serve
It's highly unlikely that your wifey ain't gon like these words
In my room it ain't nothing but runes I'm tryna strike a curse
Dying tryna write the only time a ghost could write my verse
Late at night I see me dying often while inside a hearse
On a beach where water meets the sea while tryna ride the currents
Pull it out and claim it jam
Hoe definition
Out the window while its moving
Robinhood precision
Two thick red bones and they both Brazilian
Use my backhand on these hoes
Made a deal with her children
6 dots to his dome Looking like krillin
Face Shot on a dickhead
That's a circumcision
You be hanging round them birds
You a damn pigeon
With my brody know we on and in your bitch like prepositions
Holdup I'm in a pocket
Amex out I got your shawty grinning
Messing with it now your dame missing
I could turn her to a whole villain
Whole block turning to mausoleum
Said I raised up in southeast
Thats in DC
Now he moving different
DMV from the PG
Aint too many niggas out there really winning
Kids here that be growing up
Giving mental problems out to rich children
These the kids that be growing up they gon see a murder
They dont see no victims
Ask a nigga what he do deserving while you looking ar his fuck momma grieving
Then go out and place another hit
On another one
That's the one did em
10 racks
Offered on the coast
Shit- that might make a nigga move different
6 digit bounty on his head
Type a shit make you think you made a killing
Track runner
He an athlete
But some bullets took em on a new mission
Alcoholic
With a bad weave
She gon sip that liquor while she beat her children
Street corner
Smell like cat pee
Want my shoe size
But my shit different
Decades later
On the same shit
Now I'm OG
Giving new wisdom
Tell em they be on wrong shit
If you don't show em how they gon learn different
Teach a nigga
How to make money
How to shoot guns
But not cope with it Ugh
OG from the block gave me some sage wisdom
Taught me how to flip and serve it if your bank missing
I was tricking flipping whips like I was on a mission
The Money fuel expensive hobbies like golfing and fishing
If I don't see a polo on you -you aint really winning
If I don't see a tax return, then what you really spending
Don't get caught up in the bullshit all them niggas spinning
And if you keep the wrong ones round you all your niggas spilling
OG was a smooth talker and really convincing
Told me I should worry bout myself and go quit on the shipping
And always keep a cross you should be god fearing
Do everything before they bury you the clock ticking
Rest in peace CILE
