Lyrics:
and slit neck
When I close my eyes my body's paralyzed
Ingulfed in the swarm by the lord of the flies
My eyes stay closed my temperature falls
My bed starts
Ride with that chop (ride), racks in my bag
Movin' this shit, ain't packin' no bags (move)
We rich, go back in your stash (suu)
She thick, we smackin'
keep on smokin
3am It’s gettin cold
All alone in My Money notes
Hide out in my iphone
My Eyes open For my foes yuh
Turnt down all Those scummy lows
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
death around the corner
I see death around the corner
So I move way different than I used to
Eyes in back of my
Head everything bulletproof
Walking out
and pack skin
The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry
At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry
And I have bad, tied the hostages with
Wouldn’t be nothing but a damn lie
Shit
I’m fighting you everyday in my head
I’m being honest
And you winning
Fuck
By a landslide
Figuring you out
Was
back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Look me in the eyes, you're no match, son
I can see that you be lacking the passion
They don't wanna see me in
abide by
I bet 'cha never see me with my head hung low
I bet 'cha never see me with my eyes to the floor
I bet the boys skit, homie they ain't no
Each other by the hand
And they laid their heads back
And they walked
In the promised land
They walked
And they walked
In the promised land
They walked
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
sty
I was busy starin at my Lucy in the sky
You could tell was rare by diamond in thy eye
I'm who these kids who think they're dead inside envy
you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Off with his head, take his head from his neck
find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose
Wrapped up in robes
Off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories
Both lovely
the opposite in Figure Awwwe shit god
Baby u the realist now go head and Run it Back
Back back back back back back Back back
Easy does it easy go it you know
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Please step back, yeah, you make me sick you make me wanna yack
This shit feel like a nightmare, yeah this a nightmare
Social distancing alone in my head
circles in my head
Day by day, I'm getting by
And I'll watch the sun come out and burn a hole right in between your eyes
Day by day, I'm doing my time
by one I take the blame
I said one by one they stall and one by one we feel the same
I cannot take this pain
Flooding my head Filling me with dread
Its more trials than errors
If yo heart ain't in it my nigga What does that tell ya
I had no uncles to tell me keep My head up lil nigga
I had no
It's time to move your body closer
Now that everything’s been said
The look in your eyes just wins me over
Don't want you out of my head, out of my
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
to play it cool, I'm like, "Back to the game"
Punched in my back (ah)
Thrown off the court
I'm like, "I'm with the Blacks" (That made it worse)
Smack,
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