Lyrics:
I pick apart every lyric I wrote and I compose a letter each written by me
Hi my name Muchi and I got message I need to deliver I know you won’t read
A pawn shop owner sells guns on the side
A stockbroker signals with a nod
It's time to get going
A trucker feels around his pockets for fear
A nurse
expecting 1,000 foot tidal waves
They got radiation coming out ya microwaves
Need I say the real dope boys the CIA
Stem sells cloning, Chemtrails roaming
as hell, go sell your pole
Flash of 2020's ain't shit, nigga, up a roll
Blow a 12-gauge through the window, you better duck a roll
Stop me a traffic
to them times on the couch
Nobody thought we would make it this far
Chances I took and them bullets I dodged
Stopped by the law with a gun in car
On top
grandson from Unity, the Baptist church (uh)
She never thought I carry guns and sell crack for work
Told me, be a better man, guess that ain't work (sorry,
was 09' when I got focused
Just being honest if they looking
They can find us
'cause we out here hiding in the open
Been grindin' but it ain't mere
the site
I told you once or twice
These bitches out here just like parasites
Tryna seek paradise
I don't sacrifice, if they playing we boost the Fahrenheit
these fibers are delicate
Bitch on some etiquette, suck on my elephant
I am surrounded by guns like the president
Police they try to roll me for
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
Like why we fuss and fighting in this club like family feud
And we be sliding, we be riding,
Take that girl out to Nevada
Yeah she sliding in the RAF
I'm dishin' out some shots from the doctor's gun
Got me trapped in this world under this moon and sun
Shit ain't fun or funny, fuck a smile, it's
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so
and the hangin all night
Oh baby, all of my life
Let me tell you, girl, I'll never sell you, girl
Your heart's made out of glass, I won't drop your world
So
walk by
You're smiling at me 'cos I'm losing my nerve
The attitude you give is all I deserve
I think I see now where the easy life ends
She laughs out
It's the return of the assassin
I believe in the creed of the greedier
Bash in your skull with guns, I'm deceiving the media
Look at the web
blue
Laughing at my problems caused by people that I knew
Rap attack
Bout to go snap
Get a bad
That be filled with spikes and hit me in back
the low low
With a thing to have you rethinking those gun rights in my Polo
All I had were my dogs and that's all I needed
Used to be ten
Now there's just
the signs
But spell them out in backward travesty
I see us close our eyes
To all the wounds that we inflict to this world by being "free"
We love this
this dope fiend bitch, got her smoking my bud
Now I'm back in the grave that you buried me in
Ese out by twenty fifth ese committing more sin
Let's get
and artists turned dealers
Squealers, pro stealers and big four wheelers
Iced out chains and platinum frames
And big big guns and big big names and
Hollywood's
mine
I'm still doing my own thing on your advice I'll piss
So don't judge me as a sell out, slave to the business
Dream your dream while I watch you
more guns than cash
Blunts than hash, be glad I ain't down to my last
I turn to a different person, face under the mask
Or either out on the grind
(featuring Geneveese & X-1)
This is as close you gon' get to the streets without gettin shot
[Chorus]
In the streets
Cock guns and bust yo'
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