Lyrics:
You can't miss it really, and we're open all day.
Now there's no need to rush, we've got plenty of pencils for everyone.
Now there're collecting tins
for the plummet
Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits
With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget
Hundred rifles itself,
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush
in this 4 by 4 (mop, mop)
Get the drop he's there at 6
I better have the .4 by 4
Eff follow these TikTok trends
I'm here with the clip on bend I
act my age
Come through like rush hour aint nothing moving
Everybody stop and stare to wonder what we doing
You wanna be a critic you end up in critical
Instead of their education
Worried more bout false dreams
Instead of looking forward
To their day of graduation
Dont
Rush my lil homies
Take some words
And the thing that I’ve learned
--And can’t ignore--
Is that
Everybody leaves at once
Open a window and they all head for
The door.
These are the killing days
flyin in my brain bucket
And there was no other rush like it
Saint Christopher was by my side
And Oh Lord what a crazy ride
it's an
L-o-n-g l-o-n-g
to let it
In my zone you see these rappers that can't rock behead it
I split them wide open, rush 'em and hit 'em high
I split 'em while he's hoping that
to Greenland
You can bury me there in an ice grave
I'm so hot these days but sometimes oh,
I get, so cold I've been told
It's a side effect from staring into
blacks out
Day by day pushin me away others them a turn
others stayed tried to relate
to make me see I was wrong no its too late
back biting,street
Yeah
This right here
For all them niggas that like to talk
Talk the talk
You better walk the walk
Knowmsayin?
Cause one of these days
When I see you
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
pull up in a Rolls, in a Benz, it depends on the day I suppose
Me, I used to spend the saving money on a sausage roll, pray my mom would never know
me in a deep sleep so I can dream peace cause all these night terrors been killing me
Nobody healing me nobody been hearing me and it’s scaring me
It's just a normal day
At the office today
You're on my mind
As you walk on by approaching my way
What should I say?
What do I say?
Then I hear you
How I'm playing with these bucks
Gotta ball for every day
I was down on my luck
I need 1 blunt
2 Cups
3 Bitches
For us
Feeling presidential
Shorty
This was caused by traumatic instances of the past
That bring up the feeling of rejection and not being wanted
There is no real cure for this
The best
trapped in my mind
Matrix got me trapped in my mind
Take me back to the days when I didn't have to worry
There was no rush, I didn't have to hurry
But now
all these feelings but it won’t show
Lost with you can’t tell you where the days
Nights been colder but with you i feel warm at the end
Staying out
trouble
My exposure to this money trynna maximize
My hustle going clockwise
These haters plans capsized
And these bitxhes they be scandalous
Turning brothas
The way they treat us these days I just cannot face it
And Africa is my nation
Where we from you burn no cremation
But label us as dangerous
Gotta' gun but
proof myself
Mc toni hammer nail full my shelf
Arggh all these rappers wey dey do like chef
Fela ti se gbedu to ta funmi when I kpeff
Son of a bitch when
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