Ill Mind Of Ceza Pt 3: The South...
• Written by Ceza_Type_O
[Intro (Starts at 0:11)]
Ceza Type O
He’s I.T.B baby baby
The Southwest Kid
I like this shit
Bout to run sum new on it
Damn Sosa
You really went crazy
Yeah
You ready???
Aye
Let’s Go!!!
//Hook [(Starts at 0:39)]//
Damn I made it out the mud
Worked so hard I’ve been drippin
Sweat and blood
(On the mob)
And I’ve opened up a door
Stepped on the scene like
I’ve been here before
And you ain’t gotta like it cuz
The hood gone love it
Watch a young nigga show
His ass out in public
Watch this next crusade
Tongue sharp as a blade
We gone be alright from
the night to sunlight (Ayy Ayy)
[Verse 1 (Starts at 0:58)]
What it do what it is
It’s the Mac of the South
Still standing on biz
What up folk what up twin
The squad’s in the house
Never quit, we gone win
Ill Mind
No rewind
Frontlined
Never blind
Gotta stay caught up
Can’t get left behind
Tit for tat
Where ya at?
It’s time to jet stat
Cuz here is the rundown
We gone stay live til the sun’s down
And you gotta do it with no frown
I like my whiskey neat and brown
Can’t never drip and drown
What’s a King without his
Motherfucking crown?
(Oh shit)
//Hook (Starts At 1:27)//
Damn I made it out the mud
Worked so hard I’ve been drippin
Sweat and blood
(On the mob)
And I’ve opened up a door
Stepped on the scene like
I’ve been here before
And you ain’t gotta like it cuz
The hood gone love it
Watch a young nigga show
His ass out in public
Watch this next crusade
Tongue sharp as a blade
We gone be alright from
the night to sunlight (Ayy Ayy)
[Verse 2 (Starts at 1:46)]
When’s it’s light’s camera action
I’m going all out until there’s satisfaction
Big poppa with persona
I had to find my heart in the parks of
Ramona
(Do you?) Smell the aroma of that good
Kush
Make the Rillo bleed while
I’m trimming down the bush
At nights I’m a stoner
In days politician
Common sense kickin for
A man on a mission
Look at me I’m all grown
One day you’ll see how
I did it on my own
With a shead of a tear
My vision’s so clear (I got an)
Ill mind of a seer
Can’t step back right into the past
Oh dear
Cuz shit was ugly it had me down
In drear
I’d never would’ve shared a story
each and every year
A dead man tell no tales and
That is called fear
(Gahdamn)
What a life
Words sharper than a knife
I’ve earned my flowers acheiveing
Through strive
This a Marathon no sprint
The uncrowned OG (A.K.A)
Standard blueprint (Yessir!!!)
//Last Hook (Starts at 2:25)//
Damn I made it out the mud
Worked so hard I’ve been drippin
Sweat and blood
(On the mob)
And I’ve opened up a door
Stepped on the scene like
I’ve been here before
And you ain’t gotta like it cuz
The hood gone love it
Watch a young nigga show
His ass out in public
Watch this next crusade
Tongue sharp as a blade
We gone be alright from
the night to sunlight (Ayy Ayy)
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Ceza_Type_O
Member since September 1 2016