Lyrics:
We're being lied to in the daily papers
We're being lied to through our TV sets
We're being lied to by the radio stations
On social media
saying
Feel it in your soul. Try and reflect on what I'm announcing
Cause life will pass you by like the track star in school
I ran cross country for less
business off the net, I really love my privacy
I'm on Ringo tellin' deliveries, leave my package by the tree
All these clothes and all these girls, it's
About to bubble up
And knock the lids off of the pots and pans
We are non stop juggernauts
Stomp ziggurats
Spit manifestos
By terabytes
We Embrace Every Day by
Smoking Sweets and getting blazed
Down in the Lone Star State, that's the way we was raised
Keep it the Playa way, while we
shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks
your grill
[Cappadonna]
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate,
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)
With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio
Alright, let me see what I got so far man
We hеre baby my heart poundin'
Come on baby, it's go time
Part I: "AHHH HA" by Lil Durk
Zel finna slide
fuck fans that's my fam
It starts off as a kid in the basement
Escalates to a local legend local radio placement
And soon record labels will begin
that, them out-of-town cats gon' take the rap
It's war on the dance floor, quarter to 4
Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door
Gats
of war tactics smash kids that oughta know better
Than to test the clique we flow better
From the NYC givin more Fitz than Ella
Set it off now you want
Dogg's gangsta rap song, Pearl Jam's Evenflow
It's like some crappy mix tape made by someone I don't know
Can't stand bandstand set lists, and Soul Train's
to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who want to regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street westside connect vet
You niggas better
overwhelmed by what he came across
Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost?
People wait like never before for the ball to drop
At the gate lined up
the way you spend it"
She saw me dippin' and she hope I wasn't tryna pimp it
Tryna get it cause I fit it better
Met a red bone, got the Akinyele off my
the bottom of the pan.
It's the stench of burning circuits in a mediocre man.
Maybe we're just better off as party friends.
At a bar down by the water
Farewell
Tires flattened, Ray-Ban glasses by a cactus
Cargo van side doors pried open but no thieves ransacked it
Guess they respected the set up so much
It's not an FM signal. That would be cool if it was
We broadcast news and talk radio, five thousand watts with no buzz
(Our) signal it blankets
down inside
cnd not let destinations interfere
‘Cause Isn't it the journey?...
Mile 25 of highway one she turned off the radio station
ride right off that black top
Park it up where the sun drops
And love you all the way
Like it's my last day
On this side of the dirt
With the radio
talking on the telephone
He hung it up and said to me as he lit a cigarette
"Man, I've been up for seven days to get this deal all set
But now we're off
to smoking blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my patience is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga
to break free from what I'm doin
Guided by the Son to do what I've never done
And after it's all said and done
I wanna rest with the Master
No, the Crow
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