Lyrics:
we're ready to listen to yo way now
It's so strange how, they'll obey now
That I got the mic and brought the whole stage down
Now everybody wanna keep my
never read (Like)
Bout how we gon' end up dead (Oh no)
From the pills and the percocets
I know that I can be so naive
Help me change the things I believe
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till tomorrow it's gonna be a long time
of heaven
Come get a slice
Queenpalm on a pedestal, no break in the team
We dictate and pass judgement like Idi Amin
Take the word of a peasant king who’s
our abuse
And that's all money is so we're the crooks
Putting the blame on money is like blaming the drug
It's the fiend's fault for using, so now he's
Yeah
KMJ MEDIA
KANINE
(Alright Alright)
Let's call this one a Clash Of The Mics
They know we're gonna do this one right
(Yeah Yeah)
This is a Clash
(We don't take no L)
He gave away his life to save us all from sin
The man of sorrows, Lamb of God, the King of kings
His love is never failing, his
we're kicking all the blessings out
Stacking the money's the only route
But if us humans are forgetting what we came up from
And our devotion getting
down from below cuz we're gonna go up, go up
Yeah life comes and it goes, but we'll never grow up, grow up
Now you're late to the show, but we gonna turn
sushi when I start my break
I always get a free roll man I can’t complain
We both laugh we he pass my change
Adhd man I cant behave, motherfucker
Lifes
This is who we are
How we got this far
I don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my
at it)
Out of ten we an hundred and ten
Multiplying at hundred again
Run it up and got to run it again
Ooh, they never want us to win
Look
We was doomed
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day
For a moment the world was aglow, all the bells rang out, there were tears of joy and laughter
Catch In cnd Get It
They Look ct My Weed Under Stash It Lil Niggas They Don't Got The Passion Forget It
I Just Gottah Feed From MY Passion Lil Winners We
Oh, my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less
The country I come from is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there the laws to abide
before I start I'm finished
Cause I'm a soldier, it's getting harder to stay sober
Broader Spectrum, got me changing out my orders from headquarters, set
step out my lane had to paint the visual
King lyrical you n****s fictional and I did it all Individual
Came up straight from the dirt and I stay rich
A Puerto-Rican nigga name Moe, plus J-Kooly (My lil bro) he go by Saturn though
Yeah, I'm stepping out with the boys, looking like a unit (Ha-ha)
Dripping to hard
or Latina man dead that
There is no in between
We all wearin' our red caps
Don't take Gender out of language
Don't take Gender out our children
Don't you try
glitches
certainly does hurt
I ripped out my misses
Now I die in squirts
I took some time off
From all of this insanity
I just took one puff
And now
Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed
Tryin to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
Started out just a young shorty, wakin the rules
Young ass niggas they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in
We are running blind
Unintended outcome of our time
Overstrung by the world outside
Going all out
Until it stops us from feeling
From thinking, from
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