Rest Unto Your Soul

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Dizzilo

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Stuck up in my hood, I'm on my reaper shit The stink face was momentary, now I'm
keepin' it If you been around me since knee high, you probably
peepin' it If I could lose my smile, I can only pray for the weakest links

Subliminals, I can only pray to deeper think
Are we criminals, or people who refuse to submit
F*ck authorities, the system ain't gon' make me rich
I been law abiding before, it didn't pay me shit

We never got involved with drugs, for the hell of it
It's ironic, you can get laid tryna celibate sell a bit  Credit card fraud, I saw most my guys
breading it But I can't rob the innocent my heart is too
genuine But I can clean man who already dirty

Have you woken in the middle of the night Like you slept too early, I'll leave you drier
Than a Christmas turkey, that's been left untouched Because the ribs were certy
Bro wanna smoke my opp I told him this ones a Percy
The French will think I'm polite, the way I'm sayin' no mercy merci

I ain't a changed man, man, I'm still on that journey
Hurt people, hurt people, blame whoever hurt me

Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Di yute dem just a dress up in a white-collar shirt  and some a dem wear it till it resemble dirt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Di yute dem just a dress up in a white-collar shirt  and some ah dem wear it till it resemble dirt

Uh, welcome to Sin City, I bet you heard of it
They found the root of all evil and they nurtured it

Now everybody round here wanna murder shit down
To the kids, who live long enough to learn from it
You die in school uniform from a jooking I remember when the kids in school passing
was a good thing Now the high grades are a kush ting

I had to warn my YG to adapt, now he don't leave without the woosh ting
Their trippin', I'm sick of these people, people talkin' to cops
Their singing an bringing on all the feds to the block
While bros gettin' judged, I watched his mother fight tears

He was in the courtroom, he was staring into space hoping for light years
That's a new generation in jail I don't see man semen ,  there's a baby in cell
The plot don't age Pharrell for real  Stack notes, act broke to the world
One day I'll be so rich paul poor, I could bag me Adele

Till then I'm robbin' someone like you Rumor has it, the business doin' good, I intrude
No one has to get hurt if you just give me the food

Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Di yute dem just a dress up in a white-collar shirt  and some a dem wear it till it resemble dirt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Di yute dem just a dress up in a white-collar shirt  and some ah dem wear it till it resemble dirt

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