Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
In chicago woke up too weed and waffles
No need to be hostile
Young apostle, who sees the impossible
As a feaseable beatable obstacle
Still cold as shit but she lick my popsicles
Hit up the spot pops got that woods on lock, whats poppin, mob got that spot hot
Plottin, we gonna make it to the top
I promise
Im on it, im working but calming
My mind at the same time the games something im palmin
Wakin up sun shine yawnin
They want to see me dead but in a studio im spawnin
Early mornin beat cook
Stirrup and i look up see birds chirpin in the meadow, dirt road mellow fellow
I think i died baxk in 2010
Shawty fine bring a 10
Cant beat my army of 2000 men
Want the shore but still want more
Cop two houses then
Two fountains smokin grown leaf from the mountains den
Im sippin juice
To loosen the noose
You trippin i winnin mainly cus i got nothing to lose
Im rolling takin a cruise
Im singin the blues
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
You see the my scars im serious
Shinin star like sirious
Muthaf*ckas stay straight delirious
Fearin us
Tearin up
We flamin tho we searin up
In my own lane dont vear near us
Its a vibe here with us
Never take no L's im bouncin back just like a trampoline
Tryna grind my gears, shit so lit These rappers wana sample me
Lit just like a candle be
Muthaf*ckas they cant handle me
Cant stand the beast
Too bad for you bitch, im a masterpiece
Dont take after me
Blasphemy
Vince oh yes he has too be
Attacking these wack ass characters
They amateurs
Not mad at ya
Fact is im the one who teaches you bastards
Got my shit together like the pastors hands
In good mood this season like a raptors fan
Haunt ya life like a poltergeist
I got homies behind me and you know they got the holster tight
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
Vince Verza - The Cove Lyrics
Vince Verza - The Cove Lyrics
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Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
In chicago woke up too weed and waffles
No need to be hostile
Young apostle, who sees the impossible
As a feaseable beatable obstacle
Still cold as shit but she lick my popsicles
Hit up the spot pops got that woods on lock, whats poppin, mob got that spot hot
Plottin, we gonna make it to the top
I promise
Im on it, im working but calming
My mind at the same time the games something im palmin
Wakin up sun shine yawnin
They want to see me dead but in a studio im spawnin
Early mornin beat cook
Stirrup and i look up see birds chirpin in the meadow, dirt road mellow fellow
I think i died baxk in 2010
Shawty fine bring a 10
Cant beat my army of 2000 men
Want the shore but still want more
Cop two houses then
Two fountains smokin grown leaf from the mountains den
Im sippin juice
To loosen the noose
You trippin i winnin mainly cus i got nothing to lose
Im rolling takin a cruise
Im singin the blues
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
You see the my scars im serious
Shinin star like sirious
Muthaf*ckas stay straight delirious
Fearin us
Tearin up
We flamin tho we searin up
In my own lane dont vear near us
Its a vibe here with us
Never take no L's im bouncin back just like a trampoline
Tryna grind my gears, shit so lit These rappers wana sample me
Lit just like a candle be
Muthaf*ckas they cant handle me
Cant stand the beast
Too bad for you bitch, im a masterpiece
Dont take after me
Blasphemy
Vince oh yes he has too be
Attacking these wack ass characters
They amateurs
Not mad at ya
Fact is im the one who teaches you bastards
Got my shit together like the pastors hands
In good mood this season like a raptors fan
Haunt ya life like a poltergeist
I got homies behind me and you know they got the holster tight
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
In chicago woke up too weed and waffles
No need to be hostile
Young apostle, who sees the impossible
As a feaseable beatable obstacle
Still cold as shit but she lick my popsicles
Hit up the spot pops got that woods on lock, whats poppin, mob got that spot hot
Plottin, we gonna make it to the top
I promise
Im on it, im working but calming
My mind at the same time the games something im palmin
Wakin up sun shine yawnin
They want to see me dead but in a studio im spawnin
Early mornin beat cook
Stirrup and i look up see birds chirpin in the meadow, dirt road mellow fellow
I think i died baxk in 2010
Shawty fine bring a 10
Cant beat my army of 2000 men
Want the shore but still want more
Cop two houses then
Two fountains smokin grown leaf from the mountains den
Im sippin juice
To loosen the noose
You trippin i winnin mainly cus i got nothing to lose
Im rolling takin a cruise
Im singin the blues
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
You see the my scars im serious
Shinin star like sirious
Muthaf*ckas stay straight delirious
Fearin us
Tearin up
We flamin tho we searin up
In my own lane dont vear near us
Its a vibe here with us
Never take no L's im bouncin back just like a trampoline
Tryna grind my gears, shit so lit These rappers wana sample me
Lit just like a candle be
Muthaf*ckas they cant handle me
Cant stand the beast
Too bad for you bitch, im a masterpiece
Dont take after me
Blasphemy
Vince oh yes he has too be
Attacking these wack ass characters
They amateurs
Not mad at ya
Fact is im the one who teaches you bastards
Got my shit together like the pastors hands
In good mood this season like a raptors fan
Haunt ya life like a poltergeist
I got homies behind me and you know they got the holster tight
Ride to the cove where the bros go
No roof on the jeep so they all know
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
No sleep hit the booth
Let em hear my voice
Writer: Vince Verza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid