Lyrics:
over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
on me I'm 10 minutes on the A-1-3
All of this work I put in man how you gonna hate on me?
These days I can't stand bad vibes, yeah i tell them stay away
of the flesh and Blood
A2
Like puppets claiming for a Father
Sons of The material world
Spitting to the afterlife, laughing to The underworld
Blind
about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
dreams/ but if you fumble on the play it can be life in bing/every since birth I was groomed by the kings/ a product of my environment I'm a son of a fiend/
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
melody
Watch this beat take over me
I just wanna be a better me
My big three help keep me up out the streets
My sons Gods gifts to me
My pleasure to kill
my guide and my shield
I speak nothing but the truth
Black unification and pan Africanism
United by one blood
Promoting peace and tranquility
next bonus
The second he's in power, like an exponent
Cause he had his ex moanin'
Until he caught a spasm
But by the next mornin'
Multiply they orgasms
and delirious
Can’t accept the fault in your ways you point the finger
But you ain’t see the three pointing back to convict your demeanor
I swear division what
Where you spend
Eternity among dancers
Either glorifying Christ
Or tortured by
The antichrist
Material possessions
You cannot take
Its the meeting
and blood, but against principalities, powers and wickedness
In high places
But by God's graces, the Bible points out that we are not ignorant of the devil's
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by
like the Invisible Woman
Teenagers turned trick pimped by pedophile labels
They started but fall from, soon to be disabled
I want to be paid, MC,
the hard
Shit and how to swing these things
My little cousin didn't do shit
Except blow out his brains
He had every material possession
You could ever want
ain't acting right
Do you think I ain't acting right?
I text you in the morning
At night I wait by candlelight with all your favorite vices go shopping
state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I
and back just fighting this battle that I've been thrown in
For three years these suicidal thoughts they keep on voicing
But that's some shit I struggled
your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies
your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies
of the Vodoun faith
Revenge in store for enemies they hate
Soon to die awaiting to arise
Doomed to die by a malevolent curse
Carnival of chaos
Symbolic
balls in energy, man kind yearns for Remedy
Rival countries declare war for control of the land
Money and power, man, but Street's is demand
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