Transition (Explicit)

Transition (Explicit) - Brian Fresco/GLC/Drey Skonie/Dylan Lloyd

What up

This is g l c

The ism

Speaking this apostle gospel

And this player like vision

Had to get on with my youngin' by the name

Of fresco

Let's go

Blowin' on this motherf**kin' petrol

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

That's the gas

We always gon' motherf**kin' outlast the

Motherf**kin' feds

Wanna get up with my little homie

Go ahead and pay money

As I rotate through these windy city streets

With my thru player partner by the name of

Brian fresco

And save money

This sh*t is not a mirage

You know what I'm saying

These nay nayer's frauds

Better get on your job yeah

Champagne with the breakfast

Everyday a celebration

Living gold and when I walk in isolation

Vibrations

Got these b**ches eyes' rapin'

Niggas hatin'

Still never say sh*t

Never phase sh*t

If you're trying to shake my hand

'Cause they feel aa ni**a made it

Shouts to double xl where these b**ch he's think I'm famous

And then they give snapchats to me

Shameless

Every row somes titties shakin'

Somebody tell amy that she deserve an oscar

And I got her when I make it

Uh pop a xan calm me down

Sh*t anxiety been gettin' to me

I gota feelin' all these nights gon' rest

Assured my fam comfy

Turn the to hella bands

Turn the youtube mp3 to hella fans

And turn my peers into groupie class

And got my haters pissed

I hope you get the jist

I got a bucket list

It got me livin'lit

I put that on the 6

Say it's been a couple years

We'v been workin'

Wow niggas raw like the hitters

Lights is on us now

Lights on my people watch like

What he on to

What he thinkin'

What he gonna do

He done drop on my

So drop do money

What's next

Proof hope this casanova sh*t you been

Talkin' gon' do the thang for you

Swear you deserve it

Lot of niggas out here reappin' with no purpose

And you sh*t get past the circuit cutting deep

Then I think that you should

Celebrate like the super bowl

Celebrate like the super bowl

Finger super froze

Ring big like the super bowl

Hundred super old

Super bowl parade when I touch down

The city love me

Tell mayor rahm I need a key

Unlock the city

Let my niggas fill they tummies

As the fruits grow the labours shrink

Open mics to sold out shows

Rip to brother Mike

'Cause now we puttin' on 'til they call us home

And when they call us home

Just know the doves cry

Been on the block since service

Seen the whole pie

Momma came in saw me meddlin'

Like called his father

Daddy came home like

Son this how we beat the bottom

And don't encourage you

But if you do

Better serve like you frank luke

Be your own boss

Of your own road

Get your own crew

Never let these niggas contain you

Get your own court

Get your own ball

Sh*t I took that sh*t and ran with it

Now I'm in the club with chance and vic

They poppin' bottles shower models

But the bands different

They swipe their cards out

But why

'Cause the hustle different

That's why I got tunnel vision

'Cause I can't see these niggas

I'm in the fast lane

Stuck in traffic b**chin'

Empty gasoline

I came from building

F**k your block

My house was 20 feet

Ellis park ain't never bred a b**ch

That's why I'm on my feet

I'm still screamin' ida b

Like ain't no condos uo on my own streets

Like I don't think about that fire land

Or when tionda and diamond went missing

Growing pains but I'm still growin'

Still growin' doing things

Goin places but never forget

What the low end made me

Keep me sane

Speak on it player

You know what I'm saying

We gotta understand

This sh*t is real

As you represent the motherf**kin' land

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

This is my man brian fresco

Save money ain't a d**n thing funny

Hopefully you can dig it

Dig it deep enough to find treasures

And realize that we came friom a reckoning

Power of people

Bound by no means beyond motherf**kin' measures

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Sh*t this man speakin' the motherf**kin' truth

His life is the motherf**kin' proof

Sh*t the angle is motherf**kin' obtuse

And sometimes it's a little bit acute

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

The hoes choose and these lames out here

Motherf**kin' lose

And you snooze

You lose

This is somethin' for your motherf**kin' mind

Nothin' for these lames to motherf**kin' include

You know what I'm taklin' 'bout

Elevate the mind state

Not the motherf**kin' crime rate

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Sh*t so motherf**kin' serious amongs our

Motherf**kin' peers

Behold my true player partner

By the name of fresco

Because this year is motherf**kin' his

Yeah

And I am the motherf**kin' ism

Preach

Preach

Ism

Ism