Lyrics:
the squirrels had the decency
To not target my nuts and let me live
This rooftop perch is relieving me
Here is something that I have got to tell all you tools
Man will bring it to a brudda like what?!, huh?!
Please dead that, dead talk on your dead apps
Or I'll send my dawg to go fetch that
Ride out in jet
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
copies like a shadow clone
Got the forbidden scrolls, so now you can't scroll by me
Flippin' through the timeline, you can't stop
I heartin me, into
the streets sprawlin'
And see children can't sleep cause they cryin' and bawlin'
People realize that lives are dissolvin', meltin' away
So without Stalin, we'll
ain't chillin' on wings (Fuck that)
Satan, I'm a child of him
I get demon thoughts, man
I can't even think
And my man got juiced at a party
Lean in piss,
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
sinner
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
Well go and get batman, and go get back man
I don't need to be judged by you
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half a life and throw the rest away
That's rock bottom, when this life makes
at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.
And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his
a long grind, where it's locked
Where it's not safe unless you know them combinations
Yeah, it's just a way a man to be taken by the same thing that took
Ain't got nothing in common
Motherfucker and thats just common sense
Came in the game, 8 years prior
8 years later, your mans on fire
My Book of Eli,
I just can't keep up the pace
Tired of running away
And I'm all over the place
Man, I'm a mess, need rest in peace by palm trees and the waves
I got
smoking on gas smoke by the ounce
Serving him fent turn that nigga downs
Still feel like the man when I'm outta town I'm in love with that ass bitch turn
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
hand out, but we can't afford to spend
The pastor keeps saying that God got a plan
Look bruh till then I'ma get it how I live
I ain't never been fake
have opened my heart
Accept me for the man I was designed from the start
Righteous son
You live by the gun
You die by the bullet
You feel the heat when
the other way
You know I got it under way, Sir.
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang
Away, away
We go, we go, I just wanna live and she know she know, that I just wanna live like
I take the stairs two or three steps at a time
Like that
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
hold me back
I can't handle these attacks
100 scars on my back
That's a fact
I just wanna fly away
I just wanna fly away
Somewhere far away
Somewhere far
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
frontin', and gettin' away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
y'all niggas know that I ain't
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