Lyrics:
Rise and shining rays appear
Before your eyes open
Better load the craft, depart
Engaging autoflight
Taken by the frequency
No longer just
the landfill
Onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble
Brush off your shoulders
Break free from your standstill
Signs of a better world
Causes we understand
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa
role but it fits too tight.
Watch my life go by in black and white.
When times are hard and times are rough
Then you better be made of sterner stuff.
Cold rage festers in my black earth, blind provoked by your hypocrisy
Boastful menace vain disrespect, violent conflict is unavoidable
Veins
still chase the note
Steady on a roll so we hunt it like antelope
Man shall not live by bread alone that's a holy quote
So anytime me ah step out me I’m
black deep sheets, (and) All these curtains covering the sun
I'm in the Dark but I can hear your steps to come
Then we grow
And we throw
All the Earth
Like zero degrees temperature, no cure
Too much to endure, Better X you out
Losing clout in a bout when you flexed your mouth
Deliver birth to emcees
I wrote you a letter
To let go of all the things I thought I know
You think that I'd know better
But I've been told to put it down on the paper
I
Ridiculed by the world, exiled to outer space
You and I are forced to fall, we've seen better days
a asshole by nature forever
So fuck you hoes
Ain't no escaping guerillas
When they coming in packs ready to attack
With a black gat
Only to leave your
rapper, rapper
Rocks it then you rock it losing you soul
Solely so they'll jock it
If there was a treasure that
We said was better
And we told you where
If it's busts then I'm there, Tom Brady
Chrome Hearts on, black heart
You cannot break me two sticks on me but I
Promise you cannot play me
I'ma
No Nothin But Guns
I Don't Hold Nothin But Guns
I Just Know I Gotta Gun all Yall Better Run
Im On The Edge
To Go I Like Them Niggas Wit Dreads
Do What
denied
If you see she independent and have a good vibe
That's the one you better stick with and keep on your side
The game, the game, the game,
Yeah
This song is dedicated to all the average joes out there in The world
Trying to get their money
Check it out
Uhh, I go by the name Chris
Woke up
about that
I know about everywhere I go, I gotta have my motherfuckin' gun, period
I know about Chi big homies
I don't call the niggas big, they ain't
go for delphin here
We all know the leaners, how they lean, but never fell from here
We know how they not and how they arms is start to swellin here
disguise, nigga fuck your church
Baptize your ass, and bloody up your shirt
Go get my money, hurry up hoe work
My people still waiting, on money from
the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm
grin
Them clown niggas
Go ape shit
When you stumble in
Huh!
Tryna figure out
How that ass is
They text shit to figure out
Who done smashed it
of being used
Rita, where you been so long
Rita, where you been so long
Down by that river in the middle of the night
Tumbled them dice right into a fight
on my shirt
Corn on the cob for my dessert
The slob turn your whole earth
Into a black cloak convert
Peace kid three quid for the concert
Long dress twerk
of me
The men in black me and Dax came to kill 'em
We're like cats eating kibble no
I can't keep it civil
Throw some crack on the track kick
Back let it
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