Lyrics:
damn that could be
What the hell going on in our society
Murder all around like a fucking killing spree
Where's all the love, peace, happiness, unity
and don't medicate
Now is no time to hesitate
We've opened up Pandora's box
Can't close it now - can't change the locks
The road to hell is paved with good
but that was soon to change.
They took us by surprise. With sleep in our eyes, hell broke loose.
There were shots going off like it was the fourth
an eyeball watching you
Who are the werewolves talking to
The moon is red and its big as hell
So the streets are alive and I'm by myself
This is Delray where
guess it's time
No more taking the bait
Straight-laced complacent restraint
Got my wrists bent but they can't lift up
Let me counter with this
Not
a rose-gold presi', now I hate platinum
Zip my hoodie up and gun you down in a Bape jacket
Bitch body natural as hell, but her face plastic
Get up and get
as the choir sings
A halo on my head that heavenly bling
And in the blink of an eye will it be smashed away?
Pulled into the grips of hell my soul left to pay
your ass sent up the creek G
Without a paddle, you left to straddle
And ride this thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't speaking no more
Cause my dick
straight to hell
Nobody gives a damn no more, they like""oh well""
If I die, I'ma fry
Might as well have a good time while I'm here upon earth
That's a sad
We're burnin' up the dust and lightin' up the sky.
The unnatural is tending to the give me one more cry.
Flirtin' with the natural tendencies
your mouth, yeah I expect them,
To be juggle, jiggle, wiggle, and shakin',
Ain't no fakin', 'cause I'm down for pussy dickin'.
Got my dick in yo'
here two dub two maybe this gonna be
That year
Everyone has to pay a price no matter what we sacrifice
I hope it's worth it nothing is for certain
Da poetry
By now you should know it's me
The brother of word
Giving thanks and praises
To so many names and faces
In different places
From '84 to '99
sex, and security
If you ever felt weak Smilez was your energy
Trips across seas, show you the finer things
No more burger king it was fine dine, cuisine
bit more
When I'm on tour never have a boring moment
From the train to the plane, land
Picked up by the runner then gotta
Get a beer at my hotel alls
now you ain't breathin'
caught multiple shots: head chest and lungs
so rest in peace and please no more guns
black market sales
guns are becoming
Jehovahs in nova scotia
The Holy Ghost only flowin
So No more stoning Knowing hills and the cattle he owns it
Make a toast then
It's a celebration
Leaning
love that his hero is a black man
Black man feared by whites when it happens
That's just a reality check
While we sinning in debt
Who gone pay off
But if my money don't multiply
I'm rolling by
With an open eye like "show me the money"
Coke and white, my rota's arrived
I'm a pain in the back like
you got get the picture
Can’t fall in love no more I just dismiss her
I want every dime every nickel
Nieces pay all got tuition
Niggas get shot for
only like 300 bucks
I even told you I'd pay you
Back in a few months
But no, you act like a ho
You love Clark more than me, I know
He goes to college,
impressed by
The fame in this era
Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
We don't need an umbrella either
Just give us the rain we don't need help
They
like an Insta pic
They are so legit
All they do is throw plays, not no instrument
I need more of this
I’m so hung on the trees like fucking ornaments
a full-time college dropout
With no more parties in L.A.
I ain't never been in love like this
I ain't never been in love like this
Cuz it's rap homie
I ain't
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