Vinnie Paz Karma Lyrics


Karma by Vinnie Paz

What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What goes around comes around
What, what, what goes around
What, what, what goes around

Uh K.A.R.M.A comes around if you do dirt for the penance
In my lifetime finish, here I had plenty
Credit cards, scales, times I brought the mass with me
I had to dash quick, switch place with my moms with
A getaway driver, I'm the damn...
That's my story, but I'm sticking to it bumping... music
These devils I'm hearing got the... influence
I'm riding, see Jesus in the passenger
Vinnie Hubbs and John ... the massacre
Don't let my age fool you, I got jewels like African
Time to come through for my sins like the...
Life's so real, that gives those chills
Sure, I can't escape for my balls, I must go
Momma said I had days like this, and Karma's a bitch
26 ...raising kids like this, huh

What, what
What, what, what goes around
What, what, what goes around
What, what

It comes around full circle when you're planning...
But the ground's too fertile.
Trying to stay on track,
Yeah, I found a few hurdles
But my shortcuts turn into my worst wounds
I'm thinking back to my fowl ways
Grown man stuck in my child days
And fast bugs .. turn into bad luck
Backing up, getting backed up.
Mad as fuck! I'm in the back of a paddy truck
Goddamn, I had enough!
Young and wild, act as I never had enough
But in reality had more than the average does
Took for granted what was granted to us
And you cough like, damn, look what was landed us!
Doing damn shit, depressing down dump prints
We got a bright future, so I'm begging for a sponge man
Man, it never had to be this way
But either way, I'll see him in my dreams today!

What, what
What, what, what goes around
What, what, what goes around
What, what

Still paying for shit I did back in '94
A disrespectful assholes just to ...
My momma told me that's not what I was designed for
Have phones playing black flags at war
You don't wanna be locked up behind bars
Don't wanna see the big masters in a...
You don't understand the purpose of divine law
Rick Ross can rhyme, but it ain't a crime, lord!
Why you think they shooters motherfucker lie for?
Cause you can tell that he a gangster from him eyeballs.
I wrote graffiti first time I saw star wars
Me and my father watch three days in the condo
I'm just trying to enter to the greatness at God's door
I'm just trying to see through the faithless of side dogs
Biggie is stupid, is something I'm trying to die for
My son Marciano who I gotta ride for!

What goes up it must go down
What goes up it must go down
What goes up and what comes down
You could learn ...
Talking what goes up it must come down!
What goes up and what comes down

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