Buckwild - Aztec Blue lyrics

[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren] Love my city to d**h and that's my word We used to get dressed fresh and politic right on the curb Not worried bout tomorrow, just thinking bout the moment Used to catch tags on the building now I think I want to own it It was simple back then, we should've treasured it Now every thought I have's precise, I got to measure it So I place ideas on the Tanita then I read it and it says that I should still carry my heater, damn I was really hoping for a different answer Fighting for peace like wheatgra** can fight cancer Knowledge is worthless if you don't apply it Buy it then fly it, f** a break, I'll never be retired Inspired by silver linings that clouds cover Queens locals drop vocals, crowds smother That's my new life, I worked for it though Still got a way to go Known for rocking crazy low, and blow getting fel**tio Liquefying currency, making my paper flow sh**, we like money out the faucet Open like the doors on my whip when pigs toss it I don't sweat that, look ahead, everything's golden I'm here living, could've suffocated in the Trojan Now I'm at the district with my n***as getting frozen Eating cause I'm fly fam, rocking this yarn pays People act wild but they farm raised, we different [Hook] Played these streets for a long time, I've seen a lot Another day, another dollar, so we scheming plots You can show someone the world, they only see the block Thoughts become reality, thankful I dream a lot Put words together, that can build bridges We tryna grow old and plant seeds and fly wizards It's all about your energy, believe in yourself One love to real n***as worldwide, I wish em wealth [Verse 2 – Hologram] I made grants on the hill in my Grant Hills The fiends keep moving while I stand still This was before I got tatted, or formed a habit Nowadays I'm like the addict who acts erratic With the base in the attic, I'm eating rabbit On some Bob Digi sh**, RZA to abbot Got to love it, got to have it, I'm Illmatic My n***as on the run eating, we ain't sleeping Running through Queens like the F train with my left brain Artistic, sadistic Saying happy Kwanza on Christmas to misfits Leather boots, leather jacket, my bottom is soft I hit the weed hard like Ruslan Provodnikov And I been doing this awhile but I'll probably cough The only hashtag's the price of the hash f*g I sell your mother a bad bag And then I skate out to Baghdad [Hook]