Lyrics:
been shed by the wounded and the dead
Ow
Enough blood has been shed by the wounded and the dead
Ow
Listen
(Stop the war, now)
Good God, everybody
can
Get down to business
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my run down neighborhood cemetery
To tally up the people I buried
57, 58, 59,
off let me kno wen it drop
I had to stop falling for bitches dat pussy so good she had me up under a rock
She use to get her lil friends to send her da
grew up in hell, a flight away from heaven
A layover in Charlotte 'round seven
Now we in New York my nigga I feel like Kevin
By all means, If you love me
to Charlotte
When they hot and ready to riot
What they want we do like they want we thief
Once some facing adverse conditions
Crime is their fall back position
like Lawrence
I pull up to Charlotte, fly like a Hornet
Check on Ma Dukes and make sure that she good
Zoom conference call, got my durag on
I'm talking
half-opium, half-alcohol concoction known as “blood medicine”. Across town at 51st and Charlotte Avenues in Sylvan Park, an antebellum home known
a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old
finna temp me
Ian Neva by my dolo I got 20 niggas wit me
I be tweakin I'm bi polar so don't mind me if I'm twitchin
Reminiscing I was starving
Calabasas chilling
I've been fighting demons one by one, they're all leaving
A note from home, I've been meaning to call
Would you be the same if you knew it
oh this was the worst, Oliver’s head was about to burst Charlotte picked him up again he held on cause he had a friend and now he has a good life
Until yo whole crew gone
Hang a nigga by his shoe lace
Leave his mother fucking shoes on
I been feeling good
Wilding with my apes
Rolling banana woods
I
for a nut
Hit your baby mother last night
By the way your kid needs some more fruit snacks they were good
On my way to charlotte moon shining on my hood
believe
Spinning round like I'm a chopper Feel my circle smaller
I manifest like a demon in front of a producer
I'm not really that good but to find
Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen
With horsemen who drew the same symbols
Pitchforks waving out a grand theft four by four support system,
Ayy, Lute (yo)
Can you do me a favor?
I need you to talk that talk like a Charlotte nigga would (yeah)
Carolina proud of these bars (okay)
anywhere
F**k mi good nuh handle wid care
She ready fi siddung pan b***y like chair
Breast stiff nah wear nuh brassiere
Har punani nuh have on nuh hair
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
hunter
Im off a 8 of wock daily gettin good night slumber
Tshh tshh bitch im high as hell
Horchata backpack boyz smoke it by the bale
The green things
through the web until they find Charlotte
And I aim once again
That's when they said "Hold up, let's be friends"
My good one is close with my enemy so turn
smart nikka, call me phineas
Jan Smuts nigga when I colonize
Go by cheaz on a fucking song
But it's cheaz tha nikka on the social media dawg
All these
to ask myself
Yeah, everybody close was still in good health
I drove back in the direction of the cemetery
I tried to remember but I always skip
final moments your pleas won't do much good
The Screaming the laughter
Your tears are wasted on display
Pray to god that someone will hear your cry
Step
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