Lyrics:
couldn't believe it
I'm confused, like what did we do
Kid Allik dumb as hell, told the cook man keep making my food
The cop said there was an armed robbery
invasion
I have my permission to kill'em like
cn animal killin' an animal chillin
c chemical's kicking my head is being driven
To take another baddest
…
Cause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…
I’ll wait…
Crooked!
We might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for
my sins together"
I told em, I used to think that way too
I thought I had to change myself before I could come to Christ
But Christ changed me
Let
before my time runs out?
When I was a kid they used to say I was the serious one
Always picking problems where the other kids were having fun
Get these
to this day is the whole truth
[Jolie Holland:]
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong
[Sage:]
I heard her chemical romance was a medical
The kid don't play
And if there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby, Vanilla
Ice ice baby,
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em
My M.O. is manslaughter kid
'Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em
My M.O. is manslaughter kid
'Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
life
I'll switch up to save the kids
Anything to give back
For all the grimy shit I did
Product of the street
I'll rope it like the wrestling bizz
Gotta
a sauna
But we love God and we go where He wanna
Himself, the best gift He could ever give
Who can take a set of
Kids trippin' off of sedatives
Give them
is
My niggas ask and I got it
That's some brotherly shit
People saw you down
Then you hit em with a bounce back
He give it his all
Plus his heart
They
been drinking all the wine
I been judged and I been hurt, but when you ask I say I'm fine
Cause I don't want my kids to know that every day I think
conventional amateur
Different in vernacular
I ain't got no type
Hip hop's bachelor
Beats by the batch
Bag em up and leave a massacred
Give me my roses and my
Man what da fuck goin on?
Im lookin everywhere what da hell y'all niggas doin man?
Where da fuck my keys at? huh?
Who got da keys to da motherfuckin
yeah
Gotta chemical imbalance in the palace
Things are never simple in my temple
Good around kids but a bad example
I manage to get by without cutting
(yeah we do evolution, ? Stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell me
I just ain't with stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell
You should of listened when they told your ass to go
Swear to god I ain't that kid no more
Different scripts suck em up who knows
What color it gonna
made him who he is
To his loyal subjects, call 'em his kids
Don't know if you know my mans
But what my hand pick turn to divine plan
Goddamn, I'm
and money
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck with me I'll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep
stereo
Zombified by the chemical snake that's loaded with venom
Convoluting the meaning of life and changing your stereo
Zombified by the chemical snake
their soul
They love my accent, they love my passion
They love my romance and they love my swag
And they want me to love em but I’m not capable of it
I
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