Lyrics:
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them
that gon hold me down
I need people that gon ride for me
Just people that gon fight for me
But only niggas that gon die for me..
Are my (Gun shots)
too
Last year went to South Africa, by
Toto, I've got a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore
We could be taking photos by the river, dancing
I don't
this shouldn't be a mystery
We all playing victims in this system fueled on misery
And wtf they drilling for? Overseas killing more
Brown people living
Timeless piece No it can’t be changed
Gallery for the frames
Big boys yeah we stay in our lane
We clear through smoke
Take a hit to the brain
I'm carrying a sword
Deadman walking the cemetery await's
I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore
Non-stop letting off when I draw
Black bags
Witness tricks and pick a card
I pick kids, and pick apart
Their body parts while stiff and hard
Pick a target, grip his heart
Simpin for a king,
(Mad Child)
Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island
Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons
Chamber music, car parked in dungeons
Stun gun, never
fight I ever had
I did the kid bad
Now kids are shooting lasers wit heavy metal tags
These guns rated E all ages
So are body bags
Issa Fight For New York
the fuck You leave down here by myself
These n***** ain't real
Eventually time will tell
cnd it expose a n**** hand
I go off a n**** actions
Give a fuck
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
bust you and fuck you up for chasing the paper
Then you fucked his baby momma so he already hate you
See the vapors are caught by those who choose foes
towns, man up or sit down
Mercenary spits, hired guns on the disc, bound
To kill by the contract, and keep putting hits out
devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo
I love to smoke dope dope
And fuck hoes
Get em in by the boat load
Eenie miney mo
Used to sell dope
For the dough
Came in by the boat
Got it off by
They wanna
Hate on my virtue
Yet
It's not
They reality
I hustle hard
For a salary
Created a craft
Made a gallery
Surreal art
Salvador Dali
Time
The voice in my city for niggas elevating
I bought the big guns with me nigga no registration
Russian roulette
They committing suicide
Twice the hype
Towards the one who took whole duty
Through her eyes, who became the object
As audience began to see all red
Beyond rhythm zero, the gallery
Reached
class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass
Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man
I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it
bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it
portion
This ain't art gallery, it is life artistry
More powerful then a gun, this is soul artillery
Cuz no more feading the ego , it's time to starve all
do it for paper
You come with the vapors or capers
Or caper and vapors
Its cool, someone I'll call later
Chorus:
Me and my homies, love the bottle
at the top of its nature, hitting that pussy while smoking on vapors
Cremate the body dispose of the ashes
My gun is still loaded and shooting at bastards
by?
I know the best way for the
Girls and the boys to
Come together and enjoy a little moisture
So you're waiting on the
Mate that's one-a-million?
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