Lyrics:
months will pass us by,
Words they carry weight,
But none heavy enough to say,
You were always on my mind,
Even faraway you're mine.
If you were always by
the ride, you dealing with a heavy weight
None of these diamonds S.I. that's not how a baller play
Ray ain't got no wocky for me, guess I'm sipping tris today
're talking money, boy you preach into the choir
And I be in her brain she can't think of none flyer for my nigga in the hood,
Looking at these other niggas
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear
got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin'
[Chorus]
It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I
The Holy Water, carry by satan
Why did you sell Sign Of the Cross
Eyes of the Beast against our faith
Pool in the garden, a cage for monkeys
With Dark
You understand
You understand me
You understand me
You understand me
None of this for free
My bros pulling up and we pulling up clean
Vibe is not war
through hell
Let me carry you through hell
When it's cold and our time's up
The poor stay poor and the rich get richer
We're all gonna die, so we poison
You grew up with the fear, surrounded by the anger
Afraid to go outside, the constant threat of danger
You are a gentle soul and you're misunderstood
none
(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)
I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now
(Nigga come to a race with a car you
You man are bare-backin
I’m Burt Bacharach bareback
Posca pen packin’
Why they let the brer back in
Unbeknownst to most
P nyam the lamb n ghost
getting richer but none of us have gained
Dear Mr President you must be shaken to your bones
You thought you 'd have some power when you rose to your
be fooled by wealth and gold
You're no richer of the soul
Lift your mindset, think in whole
Quit your whining, walk the goal
Don't get misled by
Without one of us theirs none of us
Ive been trying so hard
I can't do this by myself
Its these thoughts in my mind, get it off of my chest
I
Sunday morning I wake up with you dreaming by my side and I say I wish this could last forever. Sunday morning I wake up from the dream I had last
It's all on my face
But none of yal seeming to see me
Cause yal mesmerized by the cake
I just need space
Charge all my chakras to deal with the fakes
a lot will pass you by
So I wave bye bye
But not to things that mean the most to me
Like getting lost with my girlfriend under the sheets
And that girl
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
betta than me, weed keeps me at ease
Take notes cause here it comes
Tha murda mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh
Wake up and they sittin and pullin
Oh beautiful soul
You've been walking through life
Going it on our own
Like a rose grown in the thorns
Surrounded by daggers
To keep you alone
Don't
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
a bus heading downtown full of kids younger than me
But none of them are talking none of them are praying
We're all filled up with plastic
Hypnotized by
This prison that you have been kept in
Is by your thoughts
Fences built of words
Personal blisters
Keeping you away from your brothers and sisters
Just
always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'll extort it
If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it
Strip you niggas butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred
Carry
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