Lyrics:
Needing more excitement for your double life
Here's the drugs for your sore eyes
From friends that are hard to come by
Let's just hope that my phones
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
pain
Victims
To that man o o tshegwang ke magata every time
Fa a reporter abuse ya mosadi ba re
You’re not man enough o laolwa ke mosadi
But once a ka mo
thing made me who I am
You could have ran instead you stood by me
Now you're in the car beside when I'm driving
You are the reason why Now I'm deciding
a phase
But it’s terrifying
I swear the time is tearing by
I’m wary, I’m falling off of the pace
And I’ll never be quite as young
As I am at this very
of a bitch, you'll be runnin' up all the time
Tryin' to test my hood
I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
Punk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin'
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await
knows if we were meant to be
Together forever and that's a real long time
And you can tell I'm in the house by my dope rhyme
Man, I'm glad she came
bills My time ain't free, my weekends filled
I try my reach, I piece it still Don't try my leaf, that's fine by me
That's fine by me
was Dylan's Times They Are A Changin' and
Leonard Cohen's Songs From A Room that
Eventually inspired me to write songs that really spoke to the listener
the China Club
I'm chicka chung changin in it
No cocaine
But this a helluva drug
Malevolent hugs
Are given by intelligent thugs
They tryna take you out dawg
She was laid off from her job through no fault of her own
Well the boss man blames all the changin’ times
When you can count yourself lucky that you’re
bitch, I'ma float
When it's beef, don't do no dissin', killers right there at your door
Niggas scared to come outside, I guess they bitches long live mo
black brothers are still incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my
growth
But we—wait, where are all the children?
What do you mean you “don’t know”?
They were “sold”?
See, how we supposed to have faith in our vote when
put in the work
So stay on your grind
And read all the signs
But go with your gut n you gonna be fine
You’re changin the world, one step at a time
or right?
You pushin' the button, not I, but we die, that's why I'm gatherin' up my soldiers (soldiers).
Mo Thug, mine are prepared for war, because it's
Payin' all attention to the way my music sounding
Knowin' places changin' by the way we operate/
Everybody ragin' gettin' forced to cooperate
Demons I
gettin paid even if they shit is small time
All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things
Cause they nothin but a gang of crooks
Bitches In need
Try not see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas
It's time to breathe, Mo Thug to the top
We be the best, muthafucka
Giddyup 'fore I touch
much blood on my hands
How many times did I give you a chance
You really want me I can tell by your glance
She said she could do it without using hands
Many guidin', most are hidin'
On the internet where you can't tell the fiends from the friends
Baby is a gypsie
Passin' on by but they pullin' her
that's down in the dumps
Ask that mo'fucker are you okay
Aye
Are you okay
If you see a cunt that's down in the dumps
Ask that mo'fucker are you okay
No, I
I'm bacon, I'm the doctor, be the Patient, taking meds by the case
Name for you is basehead
Ignore all they faces
Their stare like mace is,
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