ANIMOSITY (feat. Cal Wayne)

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Killa Tex

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Yeah, they say if you gon' talk, if you gon' talk
You gotta tell the truth, you gotta tell the truth
Can't see no other way, Cal Wayne, nigga
Yeah, said we livin' in the last days, got niggas scared as shit

Ain't even been six months since Trump became the president
And he already dropped his phones up in Baghdad, gunpowder explode
Probably get booked now they manipulatin' the polls
But that's sure enough to close when we out there on the strolls

Wish I lied for a country to give us life when we come home
Devil beatin' on my soul, Trump's tryin' to build a wall
Make America great again, how
I seen the Miskis home, bitch, leave them people alone

There's a message in this song
Ever ask what's happenin' to the blacks when all them people gone
Probably lock us all down, it's the slavery sinkin' round
Klan men knockin' on the door when all around the town

And them lone white gone, leavin' single parent home
Where the kids call they dad as niggas or call they mamas ho
Psychological enslavement, the greatest story that's never told
Hurricane breakin' limits, this city filled up like a bowl

Birds fallin' out the sky, fish watchin' up on shows
See my brother before I went to jail, he died but I came home
You gon' hug me, hug me long, you gon' love me, leave me long
You gon' spend a nigga money, bitch, then hold that nigga gone

Until he gone, and this my Houston road flow
I need to hit the loop, the black sheep in my city
Cause I spit the truth, the smoke foggin' out the car
But my windows tinted, I love my hood but I was hype

It been so many killers, the streets love me
Got a great understanding about it
It hard to tell them stop the war after so many losses
Really a legend in the streets, nigga, go ask about me

But outcasted in the industry, they ban me out it
But lyrically, I'm Brad Jordan with a pen and pad
I'm still equal, I'm no suckin' dick or kissin' ass
I'm Michael Jackson to the streets, they say that nigga bad

You hide behind designer clothes, but on the beat you trash
You better keep a bag on, you tryna buy the love
Cause you ain't got shit, my nigga, but I ain't the one to judge
I sing with fame and money, dude, to some best friends

Same one behind you at your wedding, I'm your best man
Can you hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryna make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin', please come and save me

A whole world done made a nigga crazy
I got my three fives, never can't control it
Screamin' die, motherfucker, and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, oh shit

Thug life, motherfucker, I duck quick
Never wrong if I am, don't worry me
Cause do or die, keepin' high till they bury me
Dear Lord, if you hear me, tell me why

A little girl like Natasha had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news, how she bucked the girl that killed Natasha

Now I'm screamin', f*ck the world
In the end, it's my friends that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug life, motherfucker, I lick shots

Every nigga on the block tryna say I'm hot
Dear Lord, can you hear me when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga

Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a Hellraiser while I cried

That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
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