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Vice City' by
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Vice City
by Sk8 2Toxic
Verse 1: Kay Boogie
Ima different breed
Everybody on my body cause I got some G's ?
Yeah, Its time to move
Workin on these diamonds until noon
Shinin' down the light
Can I zoom?
Shinin' like some diamonds when I bloom
This afternoon
Buddy I can't mess with goons
Wake up ?
Cause I'm not up in the mood
Verse 2: Sk8 2Toxic
Backwood full of pressure plot thick like the Lexus
Vice City views palm trees blocking my stresses
Never sold my soul for the necklace I invest it
Time is a weapon and Im moving like Im restless
Street lights flicker like the thoughts in my domе
Where they sеll dreams but they never make it home
Yeah I came from that era where they hustle off a flip phone
Now its NFT scams still the same old zone
Pastel suits and a ounce in the duffle
Vice City nights turn a prayer to a hustle
Well I dont trust much I been burned through the shuffle
Tryna build wealth while I flex every muscle
Talk slick end up missing like a side quest
Real ones dead all that capping get you tight pressed
Whole world fake I dont vibe less
Like lil bitch Still hear the sirens when I try rest
OG told me Don’t chase the glamor just glow
So I skate through the noise low pro then I put down ten toes
Mami call me papi but she never knew the lows
Only see the highlights smoke inhale then blow
Im a gamebreaker not a player in they script
Got the codes in my mind I dont ever need a glitch
Put the city on my back like Im riding with a brick
But its knowledge in the pack and it’s hitting like a lick
Vice City ain't no pity for a lost soul
Homies bang colors now they outlined in chalk though
Sunset flicker every street got a barcode
You ain't really bout it better stick to your barcode
We dont talk much paranoia in the air
Then the Cops hit the block turn your homie to a prayer
Crack in the system I was raised off despair
Now its palm trees look like money trees white powder in they hair
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