Lyrics:
slugs I'm in a hype mood
Not worried bout after I'm guided by the right muse
Been tryna ingest in the right news
But the streets keep calling for me
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot till it's empty
Not gettin no money boy you lonely
Vandalize
Real street nigga
I
They leave the empty streets behind
They look down in me in regress
Saying it'll all come in dude time
I been waiting for
My turn to breathe
It might be
to
The Lonely street
I'm going nowhere
I'm heading there fast
I'm running on empty
With no place to get gas
Heartbreak highway
Is where I'll be
On the off ramp
road, the only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street on the Boulevard
better call a paramedic in the street
I got leverage in the street
I'm a California nigga and I'm heavy in the streets
.22 or .23, I'm heavy with
As I walked out, all the streets were empty
The government said everyone should stay home
And they spread fear and loathing and
No hope for
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill
leaves me empty
Ill take a back road, back home, over streets of concrete
Well the city has plenty and the living is fun
But i miss my deer stand
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
We don't see it outside though
But online they be lying though
I see through the disguise bro
I touch the street and I glow
Bless the scene see my
feel...
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
Let me mold you, into what
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'm gonna make it by any
you got
We all deserve to live one by one
We should get treated equally black or White
If there are laws it should apply to everyone
We got empty
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from
cares who makes the laws
When you get hit by that arrow
Wall street is the place to go
Get on down with an IPO
We're going to the land of rich and plenty
Gun shot sounds click clack bang bang
Another black man in the streets been slaine
Cops dont care cause its all in vain just bang bang
From gang bang
Can't let em trick me off the streets
Can't let em trick me off the streets
Can't let em trick me off the yeah
Can't let em trick me off the streets
I'm never at peace
I'm always burning trees
Lately the streets is lacking energy
Holy Father can you hear me please?
I'm afraid I'm inspired by those
it all go
Its all over now (woah)
Dancing, on the street side
With you by my side
Dancing, on the street side
With you by my side
Laughing,
Are NOT The Christ
These streets is empty, ain't got no love
And they'll take and snatch your life
Poisonous snakes are venomous, infamous
They keeping
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