Lyrics:
Going harder than hard
I can't take no breaks
Better keep a tool if u in the streets
Ain't no love in the streets
All I need was a plan
Since a youngin
getting locked up by police
You gotta be man you gotta stand on yo two feet
You only goin live once
Gotta plan for something greater
You wanna be
I'm driving on the low
I'm squatting with my bro
This world is lead by psychos
I live in the shadow, I'm kind of Invisible
You can't see me when I
embarrassed to say
I wear my cool like a superhero wearing a cape
Lyrically schooling
These are the tools in
My think box
Think not?
Baby I’m cooling
[Chorus]
Stay low-key, play it cool, but still keep me a tool. If they reach then we teach, take a fool to school. We got chops for the cops that don't play by
sense your spirit and your spiritual energy.
Like construction, some prayer tools are stronger than others.
But it’s important that we know, and share
wherever he moves
He done abiding by the rules
Black yute, stay clever in school
System saw him as a tool
Either situation he would lose
Yeah, yeah
He
You curse
Because you played me for a fool
You lived by a different rule
You think I'm some kind of tool
I'm over it, over
I don't know what I saw
Because you played me for a fool, you live by a different rule
You think I'm some kind of tool, I'm over it, over it
I don't know what I saw, didn't see
I like your lil ho, that's cool
I'll swap with you not a felon
Was in Margiela when I got
Pulled over by them officers
Never talking, nor tattle
money 'round here, pussy nigga, so don't get this shit confused
Nigga be thinkin' we play with them tools
Like we not really playin' 'round with these
I'll tell you what shorty get in man I'll show you how to...
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool you don't want no trouble
Can we lean
Nothing must pass this line
Unless it is well defined
You just have to be resigned
You're crashing by design
You once believed that crazy
the racks, too smooth (too smooth)
Keep a tool if you got loose screws (loose screws)
I just sit back and watch how they move (how they move)
I be really
wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New York by either cab or the train
Some say that
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade
I can still hear his hammer singing
still a confusing tool to use
Touch is still an undefined dialect
But our eyes are a window to discover and explore
Falling closer, we have worlds
Growing up we really had nothing
Damn always trying to come up with something
Left me in the dust here all by my own
So scared and alone no fear
all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
You stir the fire and acquire
Play your
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
sailed upon the lonesome sea
We had not been out but two weeks or three
When we were overtaken by the Turkish Revelee
As we sailed upon the low
say we all tools , makes sense
cos I guess you tried to use me like
Answer these questions one time
Tell me if you like it when you play with my mind
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