Vast Aire - The Will lyrics

What do you believe in Heaven or hell We lost touch with paradise That they man fell Thats why my rhymes excel I'm just trying to reach back, I'm just dying for contact Like Jodi Foster, I'll be in harlem street projects named Foster You can see and OG and get an oz but it'll cost ya Harlem the BK streets, scorture Thats like somebodies torture And pour Gasoline on first now that's torture Ima do what I'm supposed to And after this track nobody will like you This is my culture, Thats why you see me chillin' with a redbone on my sofa I'm Vaist Aire, I tour the world, I'll be in london Backstage with your girl