Lyrics:
unthinkable
And almost of thinkable
Disease inside my synapses, what's my life's synopsis
My death media profit, I can't be a prophet
I goes like this and I
No other option
See that I'm poppin
Makin a profit
Takin my time 'less you make a deposit
Say that I got it
Bout it
Look
Mmmhmmmm
Hi, I'm Uno,
Everything that move on the streets is about a profit,
Don't use the term light it's call cop it.
Hand to hand if it fit on the scale,
Send a package
MUPPY
You can't change me I can sense that you're toxic
You only hit me up when you care about the profit
Say you bout the bag but you care bout
you just tell us forget it
But you made that profit you still making profit cuz you building prisons
Cuz you got a system you ain't got to listen but
spree
high speed chase with cops
jail will be your final stop
or perhaps worse d,e,a,t,h
[Chorus]
Stop it
if you think you're gonna make a profit
Whoa Whoa Whoa
When it is for profit your health
What would you pay for your health
Give it away sacrificing all of your wealth
People will pay what
Time is ticking really quick
People steady getting lit
Jesus get back, evil met it's match
We gone have to repent
What profit a man gain the whole
Im staying exotic
I had to roll around just to get up on the profit,
I was broke hungry and I was living in the Projects
Ain't had no mom because
Don't give up before your time
Let them fight
For their own wealth and profit
Wealth and profit
Here's a helmet
Here's a gun
Go and kill some mothers son
A poor example of life
Do not think, just do
No human emotion
No morals
Just a huge display of direction
Hear, then do
Profit
Sneak in the box
the money, you control the witness
I hear you're lonely, don't monkey with my business
You pay the profits to justify the reasons
I heard your promise but I
the money, you control the witness
I hear you're lonely, don't monkey with my business
You pay the profits to justify your reasons
I heard your promise but
kröken säger dom
när det för många blivit ett tvång
att varje dag va så borta i skann...
att livet bara e en flaska så vamm...
Profit...profit
vi ska
stay
And on a lawless night, lawless night, we wait
Holding our breath, we wait
No one needs to make a profit
No one needs to get paid
If we all
them VVS stones (if I let you go, no)
Couped in the 'Bach or the Rolls (if I let you go, no)
She gon' profit everything I taught (if I let you go, no)
them VVS stones (if I let you go, no)
Couped in the 'Bach or the Rolls (if I let you go, no)
She gon' profit everything I taught (if I let you go, no)
stamped on my jeans with all my profit in my pocket
Too much money for a wallet and I ain't made it to college
But still can hit up Johnny, smack
pockets
While our coffins fill the ground
They make profit's solving problems
They create to keep us down
Dirty money (cha ching) dirty money
I don't want
profits, this about stopping
doubt, till I unlocked it
feeling like a rocket
feeling like i'm
feeling like i'm feening for oh so healthy pockets,
never want
All hidden in plain sight
We live in a fabled world
Where the poor and the weak
Are pawns for profit's sake
Lock up mass incarcerate
The new Jim Crow,
de Jean Moulin
Donne-moi une France qui me laisse croire en demain
Ils sacrifient l’école sur l’autel du profit
Ils assassinent la terre sur l’autel
Which leads us to become absolved of those in need
Lemme tell you
Money can't buy lives
Sunny days for you
Living is more than profits accrued
We need
them VVS stones (if I let you go, no)
Couped in the 'Bach or the Rolls (if I let you go, no)
She gon' profit everything I taught (if I let you go, no)
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