Lyrics:
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I know it sounds absurd that i know them in the first place
Since I'm a black rapper they just see me in the worst way
All these other
The booth, by design, is the truth
Lemme conclude and vamos
It's that vanity flow
Dope G and JAZO
Is this ever gonna blow
Oh man yeah, fo sho
Just that
I see the absurd spirit
Of your endless nasty soul
Who is fighting to leave the existence
Of his disgusting corpse
Now your will is locked
work 40 hrs to get paid a third
Nigga that's absurd
That's why I quit that bit
Got to stacking my own chips
On some risky ambitious tips
Slipping sliding
Yeah
It's like this
Many fuck niggas take a piss
Rolling in their shit like a pig
I know it's all Haram in the mix they insist
To talk about the biz
on the court side, but I'm still trying to score
I'm still trying to take a shot
All I see is low lights shining below the skyline, finding me by myself
Promise
it is the biggest mix-up
That you have ever seen
My father was an orange man
My mother she was green
Now, with mother every Sunday to
Mass I'd proudly
on a vine
Life was probably a lot tougher
But I wonder if that life, could ease my type of suffer
The suffering of my soul, the struggle of my spirit
I try
These rappers that don't show nothing
That mix a trending and no topic
To be trending topic
Now they all singing and drilling
Man, who gon stop it?
It's
Hope to have a couple of mills for our children
And a new boat
Man, that shit would be dope
Hope to make there with my brother one day
Daneyl in
of the urban
Inaccuracy is absurd man
Challenge me on my raps
You can see I'm wearing a turban
Tracks on my mind all day
Du-rag at night, no waves
Beat of my own
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
, business man, real nigga, he must be a hero
Accounts balance on zero
V6eats on the mix, built more beats
Produced a lot of hits, hood king
No disclaimer
In
Envious, I'm in NV trying,
To win a Benjamin by,
Applying my wit to a round of
Cribbage again,
Crossing a few off the list and
Offending ten,
Your
Errbody gangsta til it's time to do gangsta shit
We really by the sum of who we hangin with
Errbody tough but no one brave to get hurt
Errbody want
Until I reach a gate I will insert more words
Each absurd until a hurl waste inside a wicker basket
Fore more faces emaciated, curling up inside a casket
Ataiyatu fawon to'n love wa hun
Fawon to'n love
I dey give my thanks to the soul
Evryday by day we dey go o
Steady grinding on a roll
Day by day on the road
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
ya better clear the way
I hit like a grown man
(So get with the program)
(Or ready to wreck the whole man
I get well like Hoodin (i) )
Absurd
I'm a demon soul, I can't let 'em take my soul, okay
She a sadity bitch, YoungBoy need a ratchet ho
Who gon' trip, gon' bounce that ass and make it
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
drips and then you cop
Feeling worthless, like the word is
On the streets you let the world down
And it's hurting, but the truth is
That's absurd, man
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