4:20/7, Empty Heaven
E.viLL.
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Uh, E.viLL. haha ya! let's go, ya ya, uh uh 27 tryna reach an empty heaven Tired every fucking second Smoker session live resin 24/7 Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven Tired every fucking second Smoke session F*ck this crooked ass government man, ya! The stress at work is heavy shit Ya, aggressive depression Giving me a different direction It's fucking lessening my blessings Begging mind to stay fucking messing with present But it wont fucking freshen Melon is question f*ck this feeling Alone with weapon Gotta keep stepping Boss is bitching i'm scarring my tongue Under this corona mask mad cause I keep biting Cause I need every bit of this fake fucking green shit That only last 18 months before it gets fucking shredded Man God even said F*ck this crooked ass government & went back to the sand 27 tryna reach an empty heaven Tired every fucking second Smoke session live resin 4:20/7 27 tryna reach an empty heaven Tired every fucking second Smoke session live resin 4:20/7 Uh, uh uh ya uh ya uh uh Man imma stay president Of never knowing what's next never to flex But only for my fucking kids Cause no one really fucking truely cares Ya & f*ck it if I miss the bar by a mile Man i'm just speaking my mind While recording with style Man got words in pieces Ya you gotta hear my whole album i'm preaching Ya my dreams never to stop reaching While still haters wanna fucking see me down! Man wonder why they like leaching ya, man i'm teaching Got no option i'm going viral Hear a lot of dope lines like the fucking bible Living off the sound waves man f*ck the radio Ya always in complex concrete jungle ghettos Ya Ama I can't wait to see in the heaven with the glow With the 18 pearl karat cold metal Junto tu corazon same spot I tucked underneath your jacket wrote a note while my scribble Hands couldn't stop the fucking tremble Left it left cold hands like menthol & please don't get me started on my fucking mental Cause it won't settle Lived and raised with pitbulls The note said I gotta step up my level Holding my tears popping a vessle Breaking my pencil, I said i'll start my own rap label With no wrestle pacing it gentle Ya ya occasionally closing my eyes That i'm sitting staring at my logo On my temple so all my cadne y sangre can feel Ya a little fucking special Man but I hope this suffer suffocation That we still fucking peddle Man gotta put us on up late night talking to the devil Speaking on minimum sample
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