Tribe Lyrics

Wake up thank god for the life yea

Separate wrong from the right yea

Keep it tribal outsiders too trifling

I do not need your advice

New altitudes Im the pilot we flying they want us to crash down

Speak it you see it just manifest it aint no part of me backing down

Moving in silence music providing therapy ask around

Level ya mind up level ya bitch up whipping that ay

Stay on ya journey its never a rush

Life is too short and who don't give a fuck

Thank god for better better days I was to stuck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Wake up Monday saying you great

I'm even that nigga on Tuesday

She want me hump it like Wednesday

Pussy it sweet like a tooth ache

Rollin 2 Ls like I'm cool…

I cannot chase you too cool bae

Educated learned some new ways

Bossed up grown shit life lit I done live a 30 clip

Momma good life good bitches bad weed all night it lit

Running to the money counting every step

Eating better I been learning how to chef

Fuck a nigga bitch never have regrets

Ya bitch gone do it too have a level head

Leather soft whipping it by the edge

Parking lot pimp ripping her to shreds

On the coast nigga this the life I pledge

Smoke one to the head survival or ya dead

I was broke now I'm getting to the bread

Never going back that what I said

She was doubting nigga didn't understand

Popped out now im fuckin up her head yea

Wake up thank god for the life yea

Separate wrong from the right yea

Keep it tribal outsiders too trifling

I do not need your advice

New altitudes Im the pilot we flying they want us to crash down

Speak it you see it just manifest it aint no part of me backing down

Moving in silence music providing therapy ask around

Level ya mind up level ya bitch up whipping that ay

Stay on ya journey its never a rush

Life is too short and who don't give a fuck

Thank god for better better days I was to stuck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Member them days when I ran out of luck

Manifesting my joy

Keep a Brand on like Roy

Been a goat like Brett Favre

Rest in peace to Brett Hart

Bitch I go hard Jeff Hard

Everyone from the boulevard

Niggas just played different cards

Bet you can't pull my card

Poker face but you not hard

Poke her face then I depart

Long time lost my heart

Ain't no stopping shit done start

Uplifting my energy daily

Spiritual warfare waiting

Some people purpose is hating

Im trynna perfect the cadence

Never perplexed with a statement

Im gonna get what I came for

Levelled up and they fuckin the same whores

Sneaking and geeking we blowin on niggas

We something like claymores

Need I say more

These niggas can't see me like Ray Charles

Niggas disguised I'm high bath salts rippin your face off

Wake up thank god for the life yea

Separate wrong from the right yea

Keep it tribal outsiders too trifling

I do not need your advice

New altitudes Im the pilot we flying they want us to crash down

Speak it you see it just manifest it aint no part of me backing down

Moving in silence music providing therapy ask around

Level ya mind up level ya bitch up whipping that ay

Stay on ya journey its never a rush

Life is too short and who don't give a fuck

Thank god for better better days I was to stuck

Member them days when I ran out of luck