Lyrics:
back to a fragile castle
Ruled by a broken master
I'm coping with rope and laughter
I'm hoping for more disaster
Blood
Do it all for the blood
Do it all
side and watch the haters die
Baby we meant, I can tell you by that gangstashit you gangsta bitch
I start to thing that you were heaven sent
It's me
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
when the income is nothin'
And the heat never be on so get that heat from the oven
It's humility, still humanized by these memories
You and I could never
to wait for me
Its just me twenty toes down, I cant take you being fake to me
My hearts been filled but theres still a void of vacancy
(vacancy its vacant)
I'm drowning in this hole
You know this voice is breaking every goddamn wall?
Do you really still think you can be saved by cross?
I turn it upside
We only talk if it's by mistake
Unless it's on a birthday
Then we'll send a text
Hope you're doing well
Don't wanna hear what's next, baby
It's
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
flicker, blood on the cross, not the clothes that he walks in
Oh yes we call it like we see it, demons creepin' in da street, Jesus be keepin' all his sheep
still ah never get a penny from me
I'm from the trenches where if you don't claim it, they don't love you
1200 block of Delos still that bad motherfucker
Hopped on a plane abroad
Gave this broad a nod
Hopped in the car
And then she followed the Don
Got to the Telly and the sun was blazing
And it felt amazing
blood, but I ain't dripping tho
So why, because Jesus saves if you turn to him tho
Although I, am a sinner he still loves me tho
So my, hope is in the Son
standin
It's racci on da beat trick mr trunk killa music himself
Aged with perfection
They call it top shelf
Best believe I'm in a lane by my mother fucking
den, pass by haters like light wind
Get it in blood like mosquitoes on light skin
Aight den, I run with a clique of hype men
Trained to go and always
That was the first mistake
Because you don't see different
You ignore the signs
Blinded by love
I forgot the lines
When you said you loved me
It wasn't
still know?
I can still see the grin
Through the blood in your teeth
Eyes black as hot tar
Staring right into me
Not a little bit of quit in em' it's
Not
Organization
Before 1978 there was no blood with AIDS contamination
It ain't little green monkeys
It's little white honkeys crossing bouing leukemia with sheep
dungeon, tied down by chains
Guess it's time for a change, exchange
The blood in my veins for some liquor
And some strange
Shit but it don't want to do
law
In his name they still slay the poor
They only tell you lies
It would take him by surprise
"I'll offer you the truth, so you can
Take my
of time yeah
See the yellow signs
Be cautious on this side
Cause that grass ain’t greener Nah
Got me, got me down, got me Blue
Cause it’s red blood pools
We young thousand, but really future millionaires
Got fire in my eyes so it ain't fair
Got hustle ambition, yeah I talk that talk
Bleed blood with my
Hiding yourself into this field
Twisted and corrupted
It's lurking in the shadows
Waiting still for its chance of attack
This night won't be my last
head tap, I done killed a lot
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I still keep
mom still collecting my food stamps, she a champ
On welfare purpose
Family tree cut down
By the white man
My native blood boiling hot
Screaming
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