Quelle Chris - Aura Lyrics

Watch me sing in the key of I sift through the haze of Js
Blackberry sodas and Stouffer's stick to the ribs I'm older
Not the same as I came, dying slow when it's over
Just hope to say my goodbyes
And blow an L with my soldiers
Feels like I'm living in an eternal Copacabana
Some still trynna get over most are terrible planners
Niggas talk about mansions shit they gonna get rapping
99% of the time it aint never gon' happen
What we do this here for? Is it money or passion
Is it madness or moments?
What's the worth of our actions?
If it happens to pop off what you investing your cash in?
If you happen to drop off can you adjust or refashion
Most are products of dreamin' and forgetting to wake up
Now we bargain with demons
For this love we can't break up
You gon get what you asked for
You gon get what comes with it
You gon reap what you sow and
Time to time sit where you shitted
I done made my mistakes
And made no mistake to admit it
So if it didn't get done it's simply because I just didn't

Yo, trynna find my way through this life's kinda hard
I know the history since we're gods
Don't prove em wrong, let's grow
Cuttin' dumpin' cigars stuff em wit buds, let's blow
Ritual spring upon thats very far to sow
Spirituals what I'm kickin'
Fuck a atheist Christian
There's air ducts in the children
And all my niggas that's listenin'
All my niggas that's wishin'
They could change they predicament
Brain wash and conditionin'
Time to bang on the system
Motivate, motivate, motivate
Let's elevate, spread love
Cuz that's what they hate uh
That's what they hate uh
That's what they hate uh

The final word on something that's unending
I'm still decidin' on who gon' will find they name
In my ending credits the mess of shit
Mixed messages the mental state
My bell ringing Jehovas Witnesses and the Adventists
Even Methodists tellin' me they got salvation they sellin'
I tell em they gotta wait cuz my benefits still pendin'
I saw a sign upon the ghetto high it read "Jesus Saves"
I said "For real, then hold my spot in line"
I got me some change
I'm borrowing from Peter to pay Paul
When danger of not eatin' at all even creep in
I be like "Naw", teeth gnawing
I won't sleep
I saw like 13 stop or frisks this week or more
I walk with my freedom papers
Just to cop papers from the store
They lucky I know I'm a Moor
If we poor, I pay em no more attention I can't afford
So fuck yeah, I hustle like I'm biting through the gristle
Through that abscess I can't bust
And no dental if I have to
If you aint discussin' some kind of re-up or how we up
You'll only smell me after I'm gone
Lighting my weed up
Throw a quarter in somebody cup if you got one
I know a lot of homeless bodies that's not bums
Pride be the shit make you hide
From what you need to remember
But pride could also be when the lions get together
Let's get it together yal

I was grown when I came
I'll be born when I'm leaving
I don't need to give the reason
They'll tell our stories through the seasons
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