Ese 40'z Ft. Lil Sicko & Lazy Blue Devil - Everything Except For What I Need

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Artist: Ese 40'z Ft. Lil Sicko & Lazy Blue Devil
Song: Everything Except For What I Need
Album: 5150 Psychoville Ink
Year: 2014

Lyrics

"Everything Except For What I Need"

(Lil Sicko - Verse One)

(Ese 40'z Verse Two)
The devil gives me... every thang
Except... for what I need to gain
A peace of my mind, up in my wicked brain
I'm on the mothafuckin grind, when I spit that flame
Up out my mouth, I rep the south... I tell um N-B-G... that's what I'm all about
I'm dwelling in the ghetto lands and floating through the clouds
And in the cipher... with the plans to move the crowds
I'm rollin one-one-three... percent with love
Of Chicano reppin, always in my blood
I'm on a mission for the green, like if it's a drug
I need some money on team... don't wanna kick it rough
I'm on a one way ticket, to a destined grave
So little time I have to visit, while I have my stay
Stuck in this life, where we gotta pay
The motherfucking price, living day by day
Up in this world... but I know survival
Tatted on my neck, so fuck a rival
Had it on my left and my right where I go
Tucked on my waist... for the homicidal
Fucking... with my inner voices
Trying to make a move, with no more choices
None to get next to, no "Rose Royces"
Dealing with the stress fool, I deploy this
Psycho villain... from the gutta
Staring at the ceiling... while I strap a rubber
On my dick, bout a tap a mother
Fuck a bad bitch, on a satin cover
All my days and all my nights
Spitting... getting fucked up... to the songs I write
I tell a mothafuckin mutt, who wanna catch light
Up out the gutta with no love and I'm a blast um right
I be that foe oh swigga... iron liver
Drinking up an ocean, then I piss uh river
Land full of meth, where the snakes go slither
Winds full of death, about uh send a shiver
Down my spine, while I crack the bottle
"All Doing Time" Yeah that's my motto...
Driftin on a rhyme, pull it fully auto
As I kick another line, out my wicked barrio

(Lazy Blue Devil - Verse Three)
Lazy on the track, black gun on the lap
Blue rag... Sick laugh... Who wanna see that?
I'm a loko on a mission, the devil gave me everything
But something is missin... I stay in suspicion
What else can I say, my vida don't play
I grew up a soldier, a nine to a kay
Take to my grave, expecting whatever
Giving me back, whatever I gave
I'm looking for better, but vida don't change
The mind of the sick, we mental insane
With 40'z and Sicko, these lokos ain't playing
No testing a "G", I know you can't see
He gave and he gave, except what I need
I take me a drink, I'm walking the street
From Riverside, to the N-B-G
We all lokos on a mission, to chase for the green...

(Ese 40'z -- Verse Four)
Ese 40'z on the scene, bout uh drop another rhyme
While I put another oldie, on the track and then I climb
With the pisto and the soda, up my nostril by the dime
Bout to pour another vaso, of tequila with a lime
Going down into a bottomless pit, got me thinkin
Listen to the oldies... every night and when I'm drinking
Hit another blunt and got a mothafucka singing
Somebody please... Try me... Cuz I'm bringing
Nothing but the illest of the realest... I'm a psycho
Feel this on the level... I'm a devil with a rifle
Poppin at the wind... to hit a mothafuckin rival
Knock um off to win, I'm on a mission for survival
The devil gives me everything thang
And then a whole lot more, so I could kill my brain
I see my life and all my love... is going down the drain
Go hit a pipe and take a chug, just to drown the pain
I'm in the calles with the homies... downin forties in the barrio
Loadin up a shottie... with a vala... make yuh body glow
Bust a devil and a demon, psycho on the audio
Trying to find the meaning to addiction... with a lot of snow
Flowing like a villain in the night and I go lyrical
Hittin on reflecting... when I spit another mirror flow
Far from a curse, but really couldn't call a miracle
Distillin all my vocals, getting shot up in to spirits slow
Devil really want my soul, to make it all look glamorous
Burn a mothafucka, like a stoner burn the cannabis
Out of my mind, how many times can I risk
Doubt of me dying, fuck another psycho analyst
Trying to profile... all these thoughts up in my mente
Stackin um in a pile, with the skitz up in the frente
Fifty One Fifty, Psychoville up for my jente
Reppin... for a mothafuckin label independent
Out of the ghetto and through the slums
I'm on another vocal rip it, push it through my lungs
I'm just another loco kick it, with a brew and tons
Of mothafuckin ideas... and the truest ones
Off in a mental vortex, whirlpool in my mind
All these thoughts spin around... bout to drop another line
Just another grain of sand, off in the hour glass of time
Mothafuckas wanna hate, but I'm a use um all to climb...