We Not the Same

Theme: Talk about your vices
Lyrics:

Yo I'm too driven for my own good, I had to raise my own hood
Now I'm riding my whip cause life is a bitch, and she don't cook
There's never a girl that's good enough, never a rapper that's hood enough
like I said life is a bitch and I'm the one dick on the planet she couldn't fuck
Oh, I'm loving my life, got no need to fucking add vice/advice
Subtract it, get hash lit, just cash it, after puffing the pipe
Either passing the dro or rapping a flow, met a girl named Renee, she asking for Moe
Just in case you didn't happen to know, I rap the way that he acts on the show
Checking my options to get into college was given a scholarship, building acknowledgement still feel like calling it a no brainer that I'm filling with knowledge
Yeah...still I'm involved with the Pillars of God but they stealing the dollars shits gettin appalling I'm killing them all and giving a tolerant vision to follow
Yeah...I can spit with flow. Who do Hell gunna listen doe?
I'm so cold I'm only missing snow, Santa Clause and a Christmas Ho
Little tree and some Bics fasho, soon to blow like a late whistle yo
And anyone that doesn't think so can kiss my ass, Mistletoe

Cypher (Vol 37)

The Last Hope

[Hook: Andreena Mills]
I gotta make it out, or move quickly
Can't allow the past to restrict me
But this time around they won't skip me
I am the last hope. Don't hesitate not even for a second
The hustle has become an obsession
I'm on the front line with my weapon
I am the last hope

[Verse 1]
Ya boy’s been stalling for some time now
They ain’t ready yet they wanna know what I’m bout
but I’m all up in my mind now, ballin' with my shine down
if 10 seconds left I ain’t calling for no timeout
Took the first miss so I’ll take the last shot
Served my worst dish and had my pass/past caught
Hurt my first bitch when I took the mask off
I know times was hard that’s why I’m no longer that soft
Uh, and it’s only getting worse dawg
Try to save the world we on when I get a verse off
but nobody’s listening hoping and wishing to
cope with imprisonment
Always moving up haters chained to my feet
Slave to the beat I don’t state what I be 
I just make what I see but how late could I be
to put a stain in the game cause my name is Ali

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’ve been chilling now I’m feeling like The Last Hope
started dealing ‘fo I make a killing with this rap flow 
spilling all the facts doe, will is in the back door
so if I ever front I’m revealing where the past go
Damn, dat shit is too deep
They said I was the one but I’d rather be like 23
Matter fact, we were born on the same day
Saw past the black and white, everything became grey
Weed for silence, always keep it balanced
Microphone assassin I ain’t speaking for the violence
but I free you from the styling every weekend we be wiling
reaching for the sky and flying with all the reefer we be piling
Yeah, that time is coming soon
started with a crawl and now it’s just running through
It’s so hard not to let it slip
Ya boy been ready to blow, ya’ll ain’t even get a hit
Bless up

The Last Hope

[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)
Imagine life with no shots and no misses
Imagine life with no blocks and no swishes
Imagine life with no flops and no stitches
where you could sit at the top with no disses
Imagine life with no cops and no piglets
Imagine life with more pot in your kitchen
Imagine life with no guac and no riches
where you ain't gotta shop for no bitches
Now is that the life you wanna live?
There's a sacrifice you gotta give
or take up, til you met your maker
Don't let the day you die be the day you wake up!
All these fake fucks, tryna get their cake up
I'd rather smoke a paper with the nature in Jamaica
or sit courtside with the Lakers
Watch me grow with D'Lo as we show the haters...as they tape us

[Hook]

(Verse 2)
Imagine life with no imagination
Imagine life with no fascination
Imagine life with no churches
Now imagine life with no purpose
Ima break it down, cause we relate to sound
It's too late to clown, gotta face it now
We all know everything ain't what it seems
Life more basic than a dream
Feeling like I made it, chilling while I'm faded
Ironically, rap gon' make a killing when I save it
Either shoot ball or murder these words
That's the truth dawg you heard it here first
This ain't Pop sound, this ain't Pac sound,
This Aley being too Hip to Hop down
Getting good too quick to stop now
Life a bitch who's too rich to lockdown
I'd rather shoot contested, she need the defense
It's still a blessing so we need to repent
We been slacking, leaders have been lacking
Sick of all the yappin', we need thinkers to be back in
Don't focus on the fashion, don't go scoping all the jackets
Only focus on the rapping while you're honing on your passion
All your homies know what's cracking and you know it's gonna happen
when you're zoning or you're napping and you don't need to imagine...now just imagine

[Hook]


Training Camp

Imagine

@AlwaysElevating

Lyrics:
Too indifferent to make it, cuz you bitches are basic
Am I spitting or hating? I could end you without switching the cadence
So listen I'm saying the fact that I even exist is merely a glitch in the Matrix
Envision the day when I look the devil in the eye while ripping the pages
No limit to take in, I plan to reach unlimited places
Why even say shit? You clout chasing on a digital slave ship
Anyone can rap aight. Now ain't that nice?
had to quit living that frat life, left a thot/thought if it ain't act right
You a dime I ain't got love. Said she wanna get knocked up
I don't leave it to a toss up, good luck tryna stop us
Cooked this lit is it hot cuh? I don't need any pot luck
why Carole ain't locked up? These girls thickened out like the plot does
Yo where the bliss at? Where the rich at? Smoke dro over chit chat
The whole globe you can get that, I just wanna bitch with a wrist tat 
love when she roll ima rip that, if she fuck with snow Ima lift back
Fuck around get your bitch snatched. Don’t be mad cause I spit facts
take your favorite rapper, make him take a napkin
ya’ll left a Trail of Tears I’m too late to save the faction
the fakes are laughing, you ain’t the one that’s running the game
Kicking wit Satan or ego it don’t matter because it’s all one in the same
One more pun for ya brain, who’s Big and Notorious?
I fiddle with Warriors, I’m Klay/clay gifted by glorious
Find ways to mind state that’s lit and laborious
Why hate divine rays shine make living victorious
I ain’t doing this shit for no ring or a chip
Give a fuck if everything that you bring is a hit
You blind and need a guide dawg/dog, that’s why you cling to a bitch
Might fuck around and try ya’ll, start singing and shit
Is it even worth it? the furthest thing that’s from perfect
the verses I bring immersive like words I see are in cursive
You heard of me? I’m a person that yearns to be better version
A murder spree I’m rehearsing like the world's defeat its purpose

Ali

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