ODST

Virtue

GUICE - Payload

Intro:
had to make that shit sing like Aretha, 
had to make my paper, 
and I had to make it greener,
see my demenor is meaner than any in- in-betweener,
and I don't buy the watch if it wasn't made in Geneva, 
and I don't shoot the gun if it's under 9mm, 
these heat seekers flying out the heater it's Gon be a stain I need Stanley steamers get the cleaners,


Verse
swear it was just the other night, 
that I was sleeping with these roaches,
dreaming bout the high life, 
sippin mimosa's,
I went through so many fuckin loops
just like a rollercoaster,
lost so many brothers wish that we could've got closer. 
wish that we made more memories before our time was over,
but it's alright, I'll see you in another life,

I gotta get up now and fuckin make it
while I'm still alive,
put that dedication in, strife and the sacrifice,
smokin medication so my brain ain't racing, staying patient,
I know good things Gon come to those who waiting, 
but I gotta get up off my ass and make it, 
ain't no way my bank account is Gon be vacant,
pushin 🅿️, that's pushin paper,
dark side of Darth Vader 
the OG Skywalker, 
put it in my blunt and spark it,
buzzin like a lightsaber,
never had no crime favors,
savor the flavor the savior brought to the table,
are you willing and able to tell the truth from the fable,
cause sam I am, and not a damn man can
say that he better than me, evidently,
I am the man,
and when this heavenly melody enters through the speakers, 
the reverie you feel might cause a seizure,
believe me muhfucka I don't believe ya,
now watch me lean back, like the tower of pizza,
then eat ya,
like a greasy slice of pizza, 
coming at me you're better off going against the reaper,
oh wait, that's me huh? 
da muhfuckin devil on this track
heavy metal in the Bentley all black
take a step back, 
before I give a litterall meaning to no cap
I've lost too much,
ain't too much left that I could loose,
so excuse if the guice has a track to let loose,
I just do what I do, and you wanna be doin it to,
I just move how I move now they wanna move like the GUICE, cuz,
flows so gifted, oh shit I just shifted into a,
whole different gear,
now, please hold my beer,
we got demons and fears peer through the keyhole, now peep yo
I'm willing to, sew what I reap ho,
and all those woof tickets fuckin cheap ho,
now kiss n tell,
throw yo nickel down the wishing well,
the town goes to sleep,
the nickel plated rings a bell, 
and we relying on a system that was built to fail,
each one teach one, gotta see our youth prevail,
see I'm just trynna keep it realer than real
in that casket, it's just finna be yoself,
ain't nobody, finna hold yo hand through life, ain't nobody,
finna make sure that yo ass got wiped,
so pass the light,
I'ma need to smoke a few down just to last the night,
and maybe take a couple hits of gin,
let me sip this shit, cuz I'm sick of reminiscing on what used to be,
and what's the FUCKIN use to me
I just body every beat like every songs a fuckin eulogy,
and my dreams are filled with every type of amenity,
use none of my energy on my enemies,
let the seas pass over wit the breeze,
and everything is kosher when we eat,
and all my niggas wit me at the table ain't no empty seats,
yea it started wit a dream, 
I had to preach it to the team,
and now we skurt in German engineering, beamer M3's,
keep flexing and I'll turn your paper holey homie, Swiss cheese
phoney as baloney my G that's fake beef,
rollie 2 toney straight from NYC,
dead presidents, they keep me company
custom Louis V straight from the company,
and that's just how I'm comin,
now all I see is muhfuckas running from the dragon,
spitting hit magma, 
50 AE, let me express my action.
man I'm fuckin done rapping.





GUICE - Mimosas

verse 1)
" stay the fuck up out my bidness,
hol up lil ho, let me kill this, 
all she want is time and attention,
breakfast in bed, wake up wit good sex, struggle a lil less, back to bidness.
back on the road, to touch the riches,
back of the Bentley thinkin about blowing my brains out. 
double the cup,
double the racks, 
double the pain now.
but I know it's something inside of me that the devil wants, 
I keep working for my future but the past it haunts,
trynna get in where I fit in, 
but if I ain't fuckin fitting I'ma bust right thru the wall,
fuckin all my pain away I'm bussin down her walls,
said I'm one call away
coup white like hollandaise
give a part of me, 
fuck that shit I give my all away, 
sever arteries, 
all the way, 
not partially,
swimming pool of liquor,
sinning til I consider myself a victim of my own actions
....nah really that's tragic.
I'm my worst enemy
my myself and I ain't even friends you see, 
but I'm learning, 
yea I'm working, 
yea I'm searching.
but sometimes to find the answer is to stop looking and let it come
..I guess I'm fuckin done"

(bridge)
"But this shit keep cycling in my head, it's wishing that I was dead,
I'm trynna make it out the place that I was.
sleeping in the flo wit roaches we was cuddled up,
nothin in the pantry but some cereal and ramen
fuel to the fire put mo knowledge in my noggin,
fumes get me higher when I'm truly at my lowest,
Talkin all this gross shit,
hoes used to say that I was gross bitch, 
til they saw the figures from all the earnings I gross bitch"

(verse 2)
"You a gross bitch, you not a hoe bitch,
you just like to shake some ass,
and really got no goals bitch,
spending all yo nigga money on yo hair n toes bitch,
yea u got a birkin bag but is it really yours bitch,
do you really bleed for this shhh,
no you don't bitch,
do you really need all that shhh, 
I know you don't bitch.
they just fuckin feed off my ass until there's no left,
only bones left,
I can atone for my sins,
I hope that I'll never be this broken again, I hope
but hope is just the feeling that we get
when we know that we can't do shit about it....said we know we can't do shh..."

(ending)
 "gotta be hopeful right, gotta keep the faith, 
even when the walls are caving in, 
ain't nobody but you in the fight, gotta stay strong,
pick that mothafuckin sword up and don't fall until the last blow is struck.
I love you.
keep fighting." 

GUICE - Hope

I do not own this beat all credits go to @ Turk money 

you know, when I come around
used to smoke a sack and now I'm smoking by the pound. 
you can still get sacked and fumble on the fourth down.
I'ma get back up while you gon lay there on the ground.

and I'm blowing big smoke like it's San Andreas
how you claiming you a player boy what game you be playing.
I be all up in my head still don't do no complaining.
and if you booin to my music there's no way we relating
I make music for the times when I had to much pain. 
sat up on my ass all day just like a mothafuckin lame
wishing for a chance instead of making my own lane
so I got out of my feelings and I fucking got payed
stop bitchin get widdit
dreams they were livid
now reality I live it
flip the script it's never scripted
money on my mind I'm steady paper chasin hustling
get up on this beat and beat the fuck out the precussion
if you ain't discussing money we don't got no discussion
and my baby keep on trippin off these hoes straight sluttin
told her ion fuck wit nobody I'll light em up no Russian
and baby I'ma always take my time no rushing
hard work sweat dripping down my face I love it. 
if you don't grind for it you can't shine for it you can't claim it. 
better study all the game and scrape that shit up off the pavement 
if Im paying attention just know I'm giving you payment 
if you depart from the target then you never was aiming.
park the car n spark it I be flaming propane 
super slurpy sloppy ate it up lo mein 
green goblin mixed up wit the purple Haze 
bae I'm high til I die won't a damn thang change 
yea the 38 special but the sig is Sauer
calculating every minute that's inside of the hour
feed me any fucking beat and best believe I devour.
you can try all of your might but you won't winter this flower.





BIG SMOKE

*I DO NOT OWN THIS BEAT*
all credits go to @Eyezeck on YouTube

And all this pain that I consume.
Shit I knew it was gon be that way a promise from the womb 
Gotta give my effort til I'm resting at my tomb 
Pressure bust pipes but it also makes diamonds
I'ma choose my presser then apply it
You lying to yourself everyday
Trynna keep up with an image you really just imitate
Been a fake. I been the type to leave no scraps up on my dinner plate 
It's how I'm raised
And I been beating myself up for my mistakes. 
I'm not the type to give myself the same appreciation. 
That I received from other people 
But it's just how I was raised. 
My momma always said good job but you made many mistakes. 
And so I focus on those.
Put one foot in front of the other trynna reach my goals.
But I'ma always fuck it up. 
I'ma always fuck it up somehow
I'ma always fall short with my face in the ground. 
So I just smoke another blunt won't be ashamed right now
Try to help everyone else instead of helping myself
I do all this shit so I won't tie my neck wit a belt.
Will I ever make it. Ion fuckin know. 
I just gotta be a baker and stay crafty with my dough.
Faded like a taper I could cut up on a ho.
Pain inside my chest feeling like I ain't enough.
And I really do my fucking best but my efforts get snuffed. 
By this feeling of an existential dread.
No matter what the fuck I'm finna do I'll end up dead
So does it even matter if I live to leave a legacy. 
Doin all this shit so they remember me. 
Do I even want them to remember me. 
It's better if I'm dead and rotten just forgotten. 
Cuz the memories will die with souls who hold them. 
And if I grow old then you know I told them.
Bout all the fucking times that meant the most. 
All the celebrations all the cheers and toasts. 
All the times of love and heartwarming kisses from your missus when that seemed to be the one thing that you was missing was companionship and intimacy someone to hold, 
and to appreciate you for all of your flaws when you don't. 
To sit right there with you and cry when you're low.
This feeling that you give me baby it's been filling that hole. 
And I appreciate you even tho I know that you dont. 

Guice

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