Lyrics:
to believe they lead with our best interests
Force fed agenda “Progression is sickness”
Let’s take up arms and draw a line in the sand, cos we will not be
of drug abuse
Hook:
I can’t escape the high the way it makes me feel
it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill
Verse2:
8 years old, waking up happy
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
(I can't take this no more, I can't
the truth, ain't nobody do it like us
Haters gonna hate
Only staying fed by scraping someone else's plate
Serving up the tea instead of making lemonade
pig
He's watching me just to see how deep I can dig
I admit I'm f***ed up and got a lot to learn
So now I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridge
to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack
as angels
Fed upon our dreams
It was just to hard to
Find our way through
The forrest of 'nothing as it seems'
And lies were told that made my heart
As cold
Hey D collins, what the fuck is you doin'?
Young nigga thuggin' and he
Clutchin on his AK
They killed your partner, nigga
You gon' die the same way
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
booked
?'cause Patty came out and left me shocked and confused
She shacked up with Marcy, who was clearly abused
And I picked up a needle that had just
Well don't think, don't worry, don't talk just
Hurry grab the phone and get your order in by 10:00
They'll never let up 'til your fed up
And you set up
my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Got a pack in my cheeks and a flick in my balls
Feds try pull me over, had to dip from the lo', woah
Baddies always pree me 'bout I'm never doin' up
the morning have to come too soon?
When you get stuck down deep in bad traffic
All your radio is picking up is cheap static
So you reach beneath your
Looking at you I see her face
Through all these years, just waiting
It all catches up to you when you slow down
I'm back in that yard, tasting
tried, tired of this stupid heart
Ragged, aged and torn apart
We'd walk all around this crazy world
You were glue to a broken down and fed up,
Never gonna
I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
Round 2 in plain view
Still masked up
Ahh chew
I ain't even gone ask you
Imma just slip right
cant afford them
And im walking down the street time for reporting
Niggas lace up your boots its time for extorting
Got Em! see him walking by the alley
of shit I'd rather go unsaid
Fuck all this bull shit you've been fed
Cuz In the end we are nothing
Just dust in the wind
So stop the bluffin
Quit
10 times shackled to the limbs
I managed to keep a pair of Timbs
Head cooked, fuck with fed grand, get ya head took
Simple and plain, they said I'll
on Gin
Something different in my cup everyday
This world around me so depressed
And I know a-lot of you who can relate
You woke up
Breathing air
I know you
Can't lie, I'm fed up by now
I'm in need of some therapy for my health
Lately I'm stuck in my mind, my mind
In my mind you're mine
Clearer visions
so if you fuck with
ME let ya blood spread like butter on bread in a basket,
.ya lyrics trash you'd prolly look dope gettin your ass kicked,
.bet
I'm Back on the road Covid 19
I done got my vaccine
Round 2 in plain view
Still masked up
Ahh chew
I ain't even gone ask you
Imma just slip right
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