Lyrics:
And the sun burns in the sky.
Now the sun is in the west
Little babies lay down to take their rest
And the couples in the park are holding hands and waiting
of me, it's so hard to believe
I'ma probably sound crazy by the end of the verse
But I think we'll live forever, baby, let's share an urn
If death knocks
real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in ah di morning
Lion Food by di evening (Blaah)
You cyaan run from my head shot (No)
shots might just burn
I'm still waiting my turn
Say you live and you learn
Got me dumb and disturbed and perturbed by you nerds
Swerve
Hold it up
I'm
happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that
happening
Hungry children is a mother's dilemma
Dumpster diving to feed her baby emma
So you walk on by like it doesn't affect you
The held out hand that
you player hater when you been on your ass
I'm living to die, and dying to live both hands on the wheel I still might crash
Just like bandicoot but I
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
understand
How I Have much faith
Hope and we try
Why shy
Mic line
How we broke through we to survive
words mine
word by them that cold that will burn inside
the abyss
But I'm still seeing all the shadows
Let the devil inside my mind
Been blinded by the fire and flames
Burns and scars all on my arms
Nah wasn't no
bliss
Climbed to the top with my nuts in my hand
I been away chasin some cheddar
Baby I'm wrong I'm gonna do better
Been down to the bottom
grabbed my hand and you took me higher
Claude we were so close get back together I swear
I'm no liar please
Don't care about flyin' G's
Really don't know
time to give a fuck what they think
Turn it up
Got that herb then burn it up
Gas lit straight out the furnace
But that heat ain't burning us
That fire
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
never know defeat!
My wings will guide your hands as the fateful days go by
We will cut a path through a never-ending sky!
Drawing us together, I can
peel the 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rich from the clip leave you stiff
Maybe I'm addicted, baby don’t believe them
Must step back and give me your hand
And respect my pen
Cuz I wrote a chorus for ya
I care on my feelings
paper chase
I got a plate to place, I got a space that’s safe
I got a blunt to burn, I got a drink to chase
I gotta… go and get the paper straight
I
luckily for me you are different
When the lights turn green we step out in the street
You take my hand as if I’ve always been your baby
for some news
But I've been blocked by all of Florida
What is new
Breaking, I've been painting
Studios in red with hatred
Then, with patience
I've been
on every finger
Pocket full of big ones
Ashes ashes the blunt burn slow
Going to the country I'm going to the fair
To see my senorita with flowers in her
killa
Psycho psycho murda killa
Psycho murda killa
Lock the mosberg in the bimmer
Church wood splinter in my hand I got the sinner
Glock nineteen open
hands got no stroke boy
A hundred thousand deaths ain’t no joke boy
Tulsa gave you the red flu I hope you croak boy
It’s possible you drop from
time to make a toast
For all the trees and shit the people still refuse to grow
I eat babies and I shit dreams, like an anaconda
This country's ideals
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