Lyrics:
Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines
You projects ain’t it, I live in the hood
You living to keep warm
I’m living to pay rent i paid my way
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
lace 'em down, feel it
One hit Willy
Other nigga live with a milli
Other nigga ride him Phillies
Run through the hood, all blood on bills on grills
Suicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving it
Lives that you're ruining
Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding
I ain't psycho but my life
were broken by your dear one's hands,
Gates left swinging by your dear one's hands,
An old book salesman asked if he could step in.
The sidewalks you
a little black 'matic
Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic
(To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the devil
Especially when them
on
Until you dead or gone that's the vendetta I'm on
This ain't no video game with wrestlers on it
The competitor on this is on some shit
Honest come
suckin' maneuvers
Huh? Okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty, okay, okay
Okay, y'all be on E,
finest
Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement
My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions
Says I'm responsible for black
men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is
keep killing my brothers and sisters, getting away with it
So I'm on the frontlines, and I ain't finna play with it
Black people in America have been
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
I believed you by the palace gates
Now the savage days are here
Under the God
Under the God, under the God
One step over the red line
Under the God,
too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over, we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again
I’ve seen this
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
And I call like it ain't been a while
That promise that I hold you down seem like a lyric from your favorite song
I'm not surprised if you step aside
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind I
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
Hova, like, "Nigga, this ain't over", laughin'
I had to hold it down for Queens, 'cause I overvalue fiends
Shout to Brooklyn, all between, hoods be
the mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it
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