Lyrics:
say Uncle in front of his niece
And bury em in 8 bars right under this beat
Yo, yo Back to the essence back with a vengeance
Back with Avengers Point
to get my shining on
My whole future dipped in gold and covered in diamond stones
Stop the music, that's reckless
Especially how niggas lose they future
the way
Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
the way
Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh
I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all,
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
Lay back relax hard top I'm back
Drop that shit back
Don't know where, where we at
Play that eight-track bumping
That good shit cruising down
Just to
Rap on tracks
Comin' at me was suicide
You knew the price
Before you scrutinised
Where my future lies
You'd have a better chance shootin dice
that
Still we get it tatted it on our bodies
By the tear ducts
That's how we keep track
But that ain't me see I was blessed to see
Many things and travel
the dumbest bitch in America
You know damn well that's not that boy dad
I wouldn't be mad if Future beat yo ass
Don't play games with a nigga kid
Nigga fuck
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
illusion, aye
I see my future
Its Big n Beautiful
Im Ballin since a juvenile
I make dis shit look usual
Winnin on da usual
We beat da opps like Fruity
a vice don't justify it
It isn't your choice if you take a life by it
Chewing their cud of feedstock fodder
Factory farms and guiltless slaughter
Tagged
factories producing future casualties, it's distorting their perception of reality
What you are witnessing on that screen is a fallacy, now tell me is that
I'm my best self on beats lord
Success lord let it be, lord allow
I want the good life
Success lord let it be, lord allow
Lord let me be the best I
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It's a matter of pride
on an upward trail
Because he's always by my side, he never fails me
Whenever I have a video attack
He's right there by my back keeping me on track
So if I bug
CB on the beat
Uh, Jetski, brr
You ever seen these pregnant bitches in a fist fight?
Huh?
You ever seen two pregnant bitches in a fist fight?
the weed
Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me
I freestyled over his beats
My nigga Keys transferred in from Tennessee
He's a receiver, I played DB
a millionaire by the time school ends.
Fuck my life on the run
Just to walk i should stay strapped
This the life of a convict.
The blunts in rotation
Thee
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