Lyrics:
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
wishful fuckin with this here
They stuck with the tear, for fear they foresake a brother's love
it's clear -- I'd have to be the better man I'm thinkin
the skin or what its history holds
We gotta be better
This pattern of death and all these broken homes
Getting killed even innocent
Corrupt cop said it’s
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Lemme tell you a story about these two biochemists
Even though they wasn't scientists, but know I ain't trippin'
In a world where the people take
For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you niggaz under pressure, we form
the difference between you and me (Woo)
Fuck these labels cut the cable
Take all my options off the table
What's the topic it ain't profit
Then I drop it like
your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and it is still all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood
I was overlooked, I
Trey Day, Nuski
I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me?
I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO
flooded, cost two-hundred K
2013 Beamer, had it for a year (turn up)
Ain't even drove it over three days
I keep thinkin', last time I seen my grandma
They told me beforehand
So I wouldn’t run on stage hey bruh, y’all
Ain’t gotta fuck with me
But you know I got the vision
And you know I’ma gonna keep
It
The barber shit, we ballin' flawlessly
For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put
assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
William Zanzinger,
return
Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words
Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge
Pacify broken pieces of me, it was all
the truth, you can't argue you at all
Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin' on the dank smoke
Cause all they want to find, is
Understand hundred grand
In these pants over here
(hundred grand nigga)
Picture that I’mma hit her from the back
With my hands on her hip (Ima fuck yo bitch)
to demonstrating
If we had five million brothers protesting last year
Wow
Brother Kap would have had a job by now
Just how are we so indifferent when it comes
everything
Bottled up
All the feelings that I kept inside
Bubble over out the side
I guess that's why I wrote these rhymes
It's been weighing on my mind
Since
therapeutic
Taking all of these emotions, put it all into the music
That’s the blueprint laid by the realest ones that do this
'Cause they choose to be
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