Lyrics:
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Be reminded by my words is what I'm saying is a crime?
A hundred digits on his mind and you gon' pin that on his kind I came up soaking in a pot
you with my own eyes
A distant memory
Who are we
Loose myself to the stereo fiction
Keep it up can't help but listen
Hear the ticking clock in my mind
knacking
The way I kill the beat looks easy
My flows are flexing burst my rhythms
She'll mess up and act a victim
Always on guiding can't fuck with me
My
don't beat me up is on my birthday.
BRIAN
Oh shut up.
BEN
Well, your type makes me sick! You come in here, you get treated like
Royalty, and everyone
that mate
Yer-ba my type lets play a-dult games
I can't stop lean-in in girl
On my mind
Late at night
Block my sights
Off them tights
Make me high
Like
a hot piece up in my sheets
So I slip throat in the alley tho
Grew up with Young Thug playing on stereo
2015 drop Barter 6 and that was all that we needed
potholes
Now zombies on them streets
Niggas zooted, broke, depressed & chained up by some LEAN
Can't blame my ghetto yout
When government, a money fiend
[D-Rock]
Ayo what's up, my name is D-Rock the number one
I'm here to celebrate the first annual
Four Ways to Rock blowing up the spot party
We
the minimum
Inside my head; I keep killing them
In bed by ten - depression be killing them
(Broke nigga can't afford a therapist)
Shadow better bring that blick
then I od again
It's hard to pretend like she doesn't care
And she despises my addiction she just can't comprehend
How someone adheres to all of these
way
You're running me off this road
We're driving in my pick up truck
Grooving cruising
Stereo up
We can lose it
You're the one I want on this country
marching one by one
I can't close my eyes and make you fade
I won't shut my mouth
God, No, I won't be another empty skull
No, I won't give you
(Wake up!)
I wanna say what's on my motherfuckin' conscious
The whole world right now is fucking bonkers
The internet is the brand new conqueror
heat that's spoken
Tripping I'm in and out my minds still open
Swimming I'm bout to drown my thoughts still floating
On the edge something and they
streets
Mamas crying getting hurt by these streets streets
Now my mind just revert to the streets streets
We in a cycle we been hurt by the concrete
I gotta
mumbling, you’re mumbling
Turn up the stereo, stereo, stereotype
How do you get by
Inciting lies, delighting in my demise
Exciting, ain’t it
You paint it with
cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in
roam in the shadows split their melon
I'm telling talking bout the zombies stalking
Victims with a stick ‘em up
Dead flesh rotten don't pick them up
right
I'm tryna live a good life
Tryna keep my mind right
Staring at the sunlight
Hoping it'll burn so I can learn to turn a blind eye
Tryna make
your block with them swangers (I hit 'em)
My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers (throw up)
I sit in the trap with the gangsters
You can't come
've cut off
Shaking dead weight, elevate em till they break
If you can't hold on may them gods forsake you
Bitch I detest you
You invaded my mind left it
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw
Days pass, pass in my mind
Till a time, some can find
Now I look, look for my sign
Oh my god forgot that I'm blind
Life goes, no time to retry
From neck and down
No way to cure
This scapegoat of mine
I tried to scream,
But I can't make a sound
I'm missing in stereo
I have the lines,
But I
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