Songtext Vicious cycle / a word from wretch 32 Avelino

Vicious cycle / a word from wretch 32

I see another yute grinding
Dark on him all for diamonds
Tryna make a killing, not end up with lifers
Vicious cycle, man are not cyclist
But his pedal bike trapping
Running outta dough so he's tryna get cash in
Cash down, now they want him for ransom
Tryna get their hands on man till he slapped it

All about action
He made a scene, so they knew he weren't acting
Never had a handout, only a hand ting
Running from them plug and eventually ran tings
Hunger turned into greed
He hit the belly, had mouths to feed
It got to his head, had the world at his feet
But there's arms house on every street

I see another yute grinding
Dark on him all for diamonds
Tryna make a killing, not end up with lifers
Vicious cycle, man are not cyclist
But his pedal bike trapping
Running outta dough so he's tryna get cash in
Cash down, now they want him for ransom
Tryna get their hands on man till he slapped it

Bang, bang, they shot him down
Shotting light and he was shotting loud
On his J's, he's tryna run this town
He wants to run the world, they wanna run him down
Something told him, "Get up, hustle now"
Flip to hundred to hundred thou'
He weren't trying to let his mama down
And and now she's burying him underground

It's them same old story
Tryna go from the gutter to glory
I don't want war but man want war me
So I got my mask on Jason Voorhees
Poor me, I'm just tryna get rich
Gotta go from the bando to the Brits
Seen man cop yards from bricks
Scarface really scarred us kids

I see another yute grinding
Dark on him all for diamonds
Tryna make a killing, not end up with lifers
Vicious cycle, man are not cyclist
But his pedal bike trapping
Running outta dough so he's tryna get cash in
Cash down, now they want him for ransom
Tryna get their hands on man till he slapped it

I see this one little yute
He was on smoke so I rolled him a zoot
He sold rock and rolled with the goons
Heavy metal, that poker was huge
Busy in the cut, just tryna cut through
Even though he's got baggage, hes bagging up food
Ready for war, not ready for truce
He ain't tryna let go but he might let loose

Whoa, duck, duck on 'em, on goose mode
Fast money, some man are just too slow
He ain't even grown but he's run up on a few growns
His last next move went left cul de sac
Couldn't bust now left
His the end of the road was a back road and it ends
And he had 'nuff heart but they hit him in the chest

I see another yute grinding
Dark on him all for diamonds
Tryna make a killing, not end up with lifers
Vicious cycle man or not cyclist
Yeah, instead of pedal back trappin'
He took the long road, no traffic
Could have got caught up, didn't let it catch him
It's all one big distraction
With captions

I saw the view of the cycle from the view of my cycle
We never chose where we live but we choose to be rivals
At times I had more faith in my mates than the bible
The church was on the other side, we couldn't pray for survival
How can your mom pay attention when she can't pay for rentin'?
You just lost your bredren now you can't find direction
Your dad keeps you centered through fear, not affection
It's like your loved ones are helping you prepare for a sentence

I ain't too proud to tell you it's all about pride
When Jashim got caught, he was holding the inside of his insides outside
Go on, tell me that you're outside
All those pennies for your thoughts wouldn't even make a pound, sayin'
And since money is your breath
And you find comfort in the ends
And trust is now your ex
'Cause love is not respect
And the mirror don't reflect
So you're no longer seeing what the suffering projects
Got you fumbling the bread
So they stuck it on your head
And you wonder why you're
Vexed