ZVK - Meditate Lyrics

Addicted to the bars, like an alcoholic
I don’t binge though, I understand the logic
Just a couple flows I’m taking outta storage
Spitting knowledge on these beats while hoping for knowledge
I been tryna get some cottage to fill up the wallet
So I ain’t worried bout the debt that I owe to my college
I learnt that I’m royalty, brudda I’m a King
Who's embraced the struggle but yet he always wins
True story I got a lot of problems
True health is wealth that’s something I acknowledge
I can swallow my pride, I ain’t all spit and polish
But if I spit it’s clean, that’s explicitly honest
Not just an empty promise
Like when they pinky swear their life away
Yeah, rappers tell me they’ll be legendary next year
They only call you legend when you pass away
Crime scene with the yellow tape
No entry, it's way too dangerous for you strangers
I’m way too stingy don’t ask a favour
It might be bittersweet, but that’s the realest of flavours
If the purpose of life is a life with a purpose
I’d rather die a martyr than to live so worthless
I know some people need to open the curtains and hear this message
You’d think by now I’d stop the second guessing
It’s kind of impressive
The amount of thoughts I’ve cleared in studio sessions
I'm well on my way to 10,000 hours
You should follow all of your obsessions
Youth fighting for the prized possession
Then get caught with it in possession
To be or not to be, the greatest of questions
We know the first time is the greatest impression
And Flowchild wit a pen is the greatest of weapons
You still wit me?
Cos if not, then you against me and that’s risky
The art of war is something u rappers ain’t chartered for
Four limbs on the floor, it’s a struggle you all missed me
Shots flying everywhere
Funny I ain't ever scared
Thinking that we in the dark
Psych man I’m well aware
A room full of millionaires
Is what you’ll find here
My notepad’s a mess
Tryna get my mind clear
Note that, I ain’t wrote no lies
I don’t promote, no violence
But you ain’t a match
Yuh nuh waan smoke
Spit fire, like World War 2 planes I’m flying
Still sweet wit it my favourite colour is violet
Brudda be quiet
The child of the flow is on a riot
Spitting it out like he’s on a diet
And rappers still lying
But maybe that’s the way that they communicate
Me, I just keep my faith and meditate
I just keep my faith and meditate
I just keep my faith and meditate
Meditate
And I think the world is ending
Soon to levitate
I just pray we're reaching heaven’s gates

Addicted to the bars, like an alcoholic
I don’t binge though, I understand the logic
Just a couple flows I’m taking outta storage
Spitting knowledge on these beats while hoping for knowledge
I been tryna get some cottage to fill up the wallet
So I ain’t worried bout the debt that I owe to my college
I learnt that I’m royalty, brudda I’m a King
Who's embraced the struggle but yet he always wins
True story I got a lot of problems
True health is wealth that’s something I acknowledge
I can swallow my pride, I ain’t all spit and polish
But if I spit it’s clean, that’s explicitly honest
Not just an empty promise
Like when they pinky swear their life away
Yeah, rappers tell me they’ll be legendary next year
They only call you legend when you pass away
Crime scene with the yellow tape
No entry, it's way too dangerous for you strangers
I’m way too stingy don’t ask a favour
It might be bittersweet, but that’s the realest of flavours
If the purpose of life is a life with a purpose
I’d rather die a martyr than to live so worthless
I know some people need to open the curtains and hear this message
You’d think by now I’d stop the second guessing
It’s kind of impressive
The amount of thoughts I’ve cleared in studio sessions
I'm well on my way to 10,000 hours
You should follow all of your obsessions
Youth fighting for the prized possession
Then get caught with it in possession
To be or not to be, the greatest of questions
We know the first time is the greatest impression
And Flowchild wit a pen is the greatest of weapons
You still wit me?
Cos if not, then you against me and that’s risky
The art of war is something u rappers ain’t chartered for
Four limbs on the floor, it’s a struggle you all missed me
Shots flying everywhere
Funny I ain't ever scared
Thinking that we in the dark
Psych man I’m well aware
A room full of millionaires
Is what you’ll find here
My notepad’s a mess
Tryna get my mind clear
Note that, I ain’t wrote no lies
I don’t promote, no violence
But you ain’t a match
Yuh nuh waan smoke
Spit fire, like World War 2 planes I’m flying
Still sweet wit it my favourite colour is violet
Brudda be quiet
The child of the flow is on a riot
Spitting it out like he’s on a diet
And rappers still lying
But maybe that’s the way that they communicate
Me, I just keep my faith and meditate
I just keep my faith and meditate
I just keep my faith and meditate
Meditate
And I think the world is ending
Soon to levitate
I just pray we're reaching heaven’s gates