Weapon (Radio Edit)
Profits
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I bet that we can take this world over Hope to see us all come together I bet that we can take this world over An I hope to see us all come together An I bet that we could take this world over An I hope to see us all come together I bet that we could take this world over An I hope to see us all come together Ight Fiction come ask the author I aint mean nothin your honor No criminal indictment For this honor authored Street but I'm blue collared Country and street sponsored This gun cash money Plus my mind got me armed armored Cant create the environment So adapt smarter When you fall down Society only feels stronger Judgments opinions and being broke Laws are broke dumber But I'll never give up Behind this frown is not a coward And I hear my calling Now all hands on starboard Trying find my own way Using blunt guts are breadcrumbs Ok I've found my own lane Better hope you done merge none Aint no accidents happen when holdin a wheel gun Probably cause a crime scene And then run before cops come Shout out to all the people that was with me We'd outrun I said shout out to the people that was with me We'd outrun Sorry that yall stopped I aint mean to go an outrun I bet that we could take this world over An obviously them words aint holdin true But thats ight because I'm always going to have you And by you I mean me So there aint nothing they can do Na na aint nothing they can do Na na aint nothing they can do Na na Aint nothing yall can do Aint nothing yall can do Aint nothing yall can do Thats profit for prophet kids And prophet for presidents Same kid for the profit Probably ran through your residence Enemy of the district is That anomaly difference I was a rapper before I rapped I just didn't see it then And no one was listening Well yall are going hear me now Like that 94 Integra no exhaust It was super loud Always been super down An even for super clowns Every time that I rap I take the Browns to the super bowl That means I no shit In my foes ears it's they funeral Consider this inaugurable Not much wit a acknowledgble I know I'm going to make it Not a chance that's probable Squarin up to me Not a chance That's doubt a full I'll just wait in the dark And litter the body With bullet holes Just like a glory hole No one knew who it was But that gun I'll still blow And you still be fucked Look I got a pure heart What yall call love I call ruins Tried to catch me slippin I aint no Boston Bruins Truth be told I'd rather just leave it bruises But if you artist a gunplay This artist ist do it Been ready for it just like one of the truest Mind body soul heart Are in tune and fluent While I feel these damn people Tryin take that soul Make us so subservient That we don't feel no more Man made rules aren't What I'm here living for I'd rather die on my feet Verve with the forest floor Write down all my thoughts I guess that's side with the lord Made it through the gate An I was born at the door Something tells me the average joe Was always meant for way more I know I know I know way we could take this world over Tryin make it all come together I bet that we could take this world over A If we'll really just come together
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