Curci - Gone With The Wind lyrics

Verse 1) Yeah, I had juice before Kool-Aid, Capri Sun’s And the white bread we wished it was sesame buns With the right players Roy Ayers played on the speakers Roll the dice prayers of pairs, get them sneakers I got homies that’ll ride if I say so Quab on the beat from Trinidad and Tobago Well connected from a suit and tie to rocking Play Cloths Disrespect will have you making calls from a payphone Paranoid as fu*k when it’s only Jake from State farm Please, my steak’s parm and the tanks armed I could give a fu*k about the people with power that keep their gates up Cause I still be on my way son (Chorus) Catch me out in London, all the way to Japan Pinky and the Brain took my mind as a youngin’ so the world is the plan I’m sick of self destruction, and I’m tired of the man All I know is one damn day I’m a make it and be gone with the wind (Verse 2) Behind lines of enemy tribes I quested From seeing cops pull out Glocks without question Knowing Pac got off his shots my only mention Of an equal opportunity, the beauty of a weapon Man down. We’re trying to beat the system before a virus lash out sh*t we’re trying to find the real, she ain’t wearing lashes out My homie hit a lick for a taste of that power Told him quick don’t trip around the pool you might drown Maneuver these waters smoother than otters Get tools to be sharper than butchers and carvers. Talking conscious From a queen to a pawn, king to a god You don’t even need a sheet on your tongue to beat the mirages (Chorus) Catch me out in London, all the way to Japan Pinky and the Brain took my mind as a youngin’ so the world is the plan I’m sick of self destruction, and I’m tired of the man All I know is one damn day I’m a make it and be gone with the wind