Deo C. - So It Begins Lyrics

Yeah
Feeling marvelous n shit
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I left the crib with crust in eye
Fuck 9-5s
I need this paper tho
Least to keeps me fly
Keep me high
Keep my shorty right
Make sure we eating in foreign sites
For them glory nights
For them forgot to record it nights
2k nights
Talking bout this money
How to keep it running
Keep it going
Keep it coming yea
Fiends is up to something yea
Heading towards this paper
You rather gossip and talk is cheap
Heading towards this paper
You focusing my sheets

At times im a loaner
A loaner from God
Weight of the world up on my shouldhers
I loaner her a ride
If you ever see my crew
Know you facing the gods
In the hood its Whattup 5
Grew up facin the odds
Also facin a prime
Prime example
I'm killing this
Killing all this chatter
Id rather a bag up in my grib
Hit it on the low
And if they ask then you contra dick
Known to be an ass
Still surprised you all in some shyt
Bitch always tripping
It's my fault you falling for tricks
I tell her she fake And what she do
Throw a counter fit
How bout this
I pipe it n go
I swipe on the low
I'm nice of the drough
Just pour me one more
Hunnid 50 flow
Brooklyn raised a Goat
D E O
Yea from the jungle
You's a animal
But more like Tiger Schulz
See me and my mans arose from this concrete shyt
But my focus is on the sky
It's want my price of pie

I left the crib with crust in eye
Fuck 9-5s
I need this paper tho
Least to keeps me fly
Keep me high
Keep my shorty right
Make sure we eating in foreign sites
For them glory nights
For them forgot to record it nights
2k nights
Talking bout this money
How to keep it running
Keep it going
Keep it coming yea
Fiends is up to something yea
Heading towards this paper
You rather gossip and talk is cheap
Heading towards this paper
You focusing my sheets

I be zoned out
Carving out a lone route
Same time pushing fam away
I feel like a trace
Of myself
Shorty there to help
Yeah she know that she's mine
But see mines
Blow up in ya face
So I race off
Pack of the backwoods
Let my space talk
All about the spirit
My energy
Any this pace dog
We just on our party shyt
Dont you hear that bas drop
Call It what you may
But I think fate got us here
Watch
Same hand used to wipe away
All your tear drops
Same tear drop stones
Will flood ya Audamere Watch
Lear drop
Cartier frames
LV Wrag for them
Nah no luggage for the trips
Still in my bag I t's him
I'm feeling gawdly
Shyt I love it
They saying I'm bugging
I put the bug in
The only discussion is me
Buttah, Scottie, Steelo P
MAG
The Microfiend 5
Til these sons Rise

I left the crib with crust in eye
Fuck 9-5s
I need this paper tho
Least to keeps me fly
Keep me high
Keep my shorty right
Make sure we eating in foreign sites
For them glory nights
For them forgot to record it nights
2k nights
Talking bout this money
How to keep it running
Keep it going
Keep it coming yea
Fiends is up to something yea
Heading towards this paper
You rather gossip and talk is cheap
Heading towards this paper
You focusing my sheets