Lyrics:
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain't it funny how this money make a mood
script on the floor mattress
Always gonna lean on the bright side til I get word, then it's fuck that shit
Been checking shit off my list
Complete that,
It's the lyrical mystic, kicking cryptic hieroglyphics
Every script is dripping with physics
No love for the realest niggas
I let you niggas figure,
Needs to be mended
By this written script
And in simpler words
As a whole world
Lets replant
Our interest list
To see if a spark still exist
Despite
Absorbing the absent minded youth
It's a fast world in a fast lane
Live by the minute not by the day
Stick out your arm for another fix
As we tip our hats
rolling off that molly
Never me nuh! all my life i ducked the hype when all they do is copy
Yeah I'm a real creature, come alive by the moonlight i been so
seeing by myself
that the script is overdue
In the dawn of my days, the script is overdue
A mirage of conformity, untrue
Moulding dreams with borrowed
Yo
Peep the scripts
Scope honey from the whip
Jumped out like yo
Who the fuck you with?
Flash the jewels 'cause that's the rule
Damn, I like
Butcher the mics
Waves not gon survive this
I
Know what I see
And speak what I live
Live in the present
And give you this gift
Open yo mind
Make yo paradigm
that look?
We don't live by the book, we just live by the code
A lot of niggas got exposed when feds came through
They was dropping names too
Niggas
I'm getting chorded in
Through rites recorded in script by the templar knights
The secrets sworn in men
They say the fortune's been passed down
quite familiar, I was raised by dealers
Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas
In the background of your pictures, ho nigga
Your daddy
path to success
Using knowledge that I hope to possess
To strengthen those who stride to confess
Now listen
I learned to live with nobody by my right
a haven, pad to paper, strike the script in zone
Chaotic cracks on palms, just show the lives you're on
My proof in pavement stays to stand and send that
to the script and i don't even write
I'm still facing all my fears
Right
Swear this shit can really get weird
Hahahah
Nigga's want my spot, i'm still here
They
the world by storm
Like a tidal wave
Sinking the past in the wake
Using obsolescence as a weapon
We'll bury you
Edifice destroyed
Never be the same
Clinging
I can never switch
For no shit
Just want the chips
I got the drip
Stick to the script
I’m steady grinding
On my own timing
Live like is my last
Gotta
a fucking outcast but I'm always in style
I can do bad by myself I don't need no crowd
I dont wanna walk inside a club unless they pay me now
All across
A life I once knew
Taken by someone I never knew
The world in disarray
Fighting to stay awake
What was there to gain
If all was lost
The seasons never
by yourself
The shit is so revealing
I cannot describe it
You just gotta live it
What you get back
Depends on what you giving
Yeah man
Where he
the same
Minimize poverty and all this pain, by earning my cash through the game
I don't wanna live like this no mo', no mo', no mo'
Won't quit and I say
Told him, "Say no to drugs," blowed, I'm a hypocrite
Soon as he walked away, I sat back and sipped a script
Cuddy got one eye open while he hit
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