Lyrics:
... where the month go?
Where the weeks go? Where the days go?
Every minute's another chance to get paid though
Capitalism is the religion
Consumers
still learnin
First I'mma journey through hell, without burnin
Livin in the ghetto, the Devil is now a black man
I saw him standin in the corner wit
religion
Religion was made to distort people image
He came to make sons and daughters, not a system
The church is a people the church ain't a place
They
by a God
livin' hell in earth
believe in all prophecies
secrets in my poetry. (x2)
Puente
Devilish, devilish, devilish (everyone)
He is devilish, we
fuck
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most
their parents have been and like their children will be as well
They still get diminutive wages and people say they'll someday go to hell
Linda is 23
bad
I think my favorite thing to do is make my Spanish bitch mad
She be cussin' a nigga out, I be like, "Damn, this bitch bad"
Yeah, I got one up in
can
Forgive me, I'm a fighter
Still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money fuck the fame
I'm a simple man
Mr international player with the passport
the fuck up and
Raise some major hell
I'm here to send a message
We will not ever let us
Fail ourselves, neglected by our makers
Conditioned into fakers
I'm
(D.A. Got that dope)
I need you by my side (side, side)
Tell me you down to ride
We party every night (night)
I do drugs to ease my mind
(I
A guilty man
Is what I am
Trying to be good
In this land of the bad
I’m looking up
Shit, I’m looking down
Trying to smile
But I carry a frown
Side
the You Is
The true religion not talking catholic or christian
I got they mind frustrated so now they talk
Open doors to close
I am fully wide though
Open
coming through the door
Is a man you know not to fuck with
Dark brown eyes you never seen him smile
If you did it was with your last breath
You can't knock
promise he'll be home in no time
Let's get to that betterment
Can't fuck with settling
Koufi niggas ain't no brim on what these rappers riddling
Niggas
so bad if you think about the past
Remember the decayed and the burial fires which burned so fast
And if your two daughters wanna fuck their father
than that
That's why I fuck you deep
For fuckin with me
I hear you talk all day But your talk is cheap
Cuz I'ma real nigga, and I don't like rappers
the industry
Who the hell is them guys be
Three bad guys in the industry
Who the hell could them guys be (Migos)
One of them guys is me
Woo I think one of them
off-key Hymns, broken pews, and they're Tainting my holy water
The only communion you offer Tastes like bullet points
Of why you think hell is the only
pawns, we're like puppets, controlled by strings
And pulling on them is the bishops, rooks
queens and the kings
Next up, you've got the knights, that's
trues and I'm feeling immortal
Said that I'm backhanded, I say I'm genuine
I might say fuck it go celibate
Taking more shrooms, just for the hell of it
This that shit that make people start new religions
Can't see the depths of this murky water I'm swimming in
Speeding down roads, probably headed for
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
ain't rappin', this is spiritual
Shed a tear to Karen then miracles happen, huh
Mirror, mirror, why the fuck is you laughing?
Be a dear let me
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons,
The day this is work the love of it dies,
A handful make it, the others will strive,
And hunger
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