Lyrics:
outlet from on High
Born and die to live again, so when this world has gone by
I'm online like a mainframe you know his name is Jesus.
Self maintained
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had they guns drawn, screaming, "Just move"
"Or is there something else you
Building brands out of our identity
Live to be seen
Young gods with the world at our feet
Leave yourself enter being perceived
We're sold the lie that
deserve these bands?" (Do I deserve these bands?)
And we from Murder Land, Eastside shit
Jeans Purple Brand, ridin' in the GLE, the turtle van (talk
Just moved in its been a week or so,
Brand new coupe so the seat could go,
White bent light tint ridin' like what the fuck is an indictment
Spend
in my eyes but what I see could be fabricated
Already dead, on my day to day
I'm a tortured soul, no brand or label
Defeated
But driven by hope
Writing checks for the decks
Some new cards to use next
Tired of being dealt the same hand
Orphans of the dusty road
Change the mode
Medium's abode
Get in
me when I'm walking through
You said that you felt this way too
You're all that I'm holding on to
God
You open my eyes to a brand new day
And I open my
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
smashing records like the cd broke, See Dee
In the back of the stu catching a view of the environment
I over analyze shit entirely
Verse 3: A la $ole
It be
the pain
Make them respect the game
They call it brand new
But it's the same damn thing
Dummies with everything
Killing each other for nothing
Because they
they torched niggas throats like the strep (For the Klan we got ammo)
Stuck between uprising and jiving
I got some shit to confess (Back to the same ole
of all
And recognize that we are in a different time
It’s a brand-new life
Somehow, you think you still can control their perceptions
By lying to them
Life
You're here today the next you're out of sight
And life it moves in seasons
It's guaranteed to change
Never stays the same
You might as well
The more I learn my mind's like is everybody stupid just puppets
Used to being suckers recruited by the same motherfuckers that punished our brothers
Taking
good over there
(Hello) we don't lose
But by losing us
That might be a significant loss for you
selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go
I use to run a paper route
But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
My momma would
Smokin blunts thinkin how it use to be
I cut some niggas off I find out they was usin me
I just been workin same shit I'm doin usually
Ski Whea u
battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber
Look at him, I battled all over
The world from Australia
Phillipeans, Holland, uK
I even
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
the apple that they call me Mott's. Pack so much tat they swore we cops. How they swore we cops. The same ole thugs from the kitchen from Hell. So many love
still yappin' this bitch again
COVID round 2 the same ole pitch again
I can't do it man naw I can't do it
Masks don't work like the vax we done proved it
stacking every coma you was barley
Getting by
Ma don't wanna look me in face
She see the devil in my eye
You were showing kindness
They got over
You allow
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