Lyrics:
force them to king him
Normal life for a kid in this vicious city we live
The cycle creates a cycle to siphon life from the living
But these streets will
for real
It's like that for real
What! this is it right here!
Who say they fuckin with this!
Scratch live run deep!sucker ass niggas!
G-unit d-block
The moment you
And time
Are introduced
You're bound to die
So if I were you
I'd set my goals
At least mountain high
Astounded by the way she
Put
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
It's 2023 and I'm turning up royal
Ballin on the kids you can call him Bill Hoyle
I been glowing up now they saying Vin spoiled
But I been heating up
[chorus]
and by design, the iris of your eye
hides the hints of amber in the artificial light
once brilliant blue, so innocent and new
wider than
the fuck do they live to talk about it when,
A pale skin individual torch a school of kids
They hop on News stations, with Bullshit statements
Tryna’
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
sent them shots
Thank god nobody die but that's the way it is
you ain't working at a job but gotta feed the kids
But this the life that we live this is
We'll live for the block die for our street
Till the day we ain't here we sipping hennessy
Fuck jealousy we're fam and that's true to me
You don't know
shit got blown up by dynamite.
But look here! It’s a log!
Yknow what that rhymes with? Pog!
And that’s what you’ll be doing soon,
Of that I’m
I'm still a kid at heart but life been getting hard
The world wants to change me that's why I live in art
I've got a giving heart but it's a hidden
a block from where I live
Now isn’t that sickening
They followed him like prey
Waiting for the right moment
Like they’re fucking hunting game
Right in front
there will be a new born
Don't forget to laugh, we blessed to go and live on
Gotta stay strong, for those who falling week
So next time you in
rage in a single phrase
We came here on a bus, don’t forget you work for us
Even though we’re displeased I guess you had our votes
But our rights were
to live, and death to the disobedient.
They were deceived, crowd didn’t know
That caroled the liar in their prey,
Harking the every single word is ready
through yo block nigga and we shooting up everything nigga except for the kids
Nigga it is what it is sorry to tell you but that's how we live
Lot of niggas
a bitch, man, you never know (Edot)
Nigga died, where was your pole?
You dumb-ass kid, thought you was a go
C-HII got lined by hoes
You can't trust
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
the thing is in New York, even
That corner store know that any minute, shit
He could get evicted and replaced
By some fucking organic spinach
So it's every
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
Kenny is back
Niggas is scared
They piss in their pants
Some of them stressed
Some of them dead
Cause the new flow
Gave them a stroke
Just by pen
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
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