Lyrics:
to system
No wanna listen, no reason for livin'
We bought the lie we can't be forgiven for all our sinnin'
Killin' is the religion, services in the prison
to save you from the wicked
D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet the black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this
stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a dream come true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in
everything's going well I got your letter
Patience I'll write back soon I love you be safe OK please
And just know that you're constantly in my heart and my mind
Go
Heyo men
They call me world nasa
You already know that by now mehn
My life
He be like say i nor dey try
But i dey burn candles many night i nor
glad I'm one of the chosen few that made it out
Never wanted friends I just want my brothers
Never wanted fame I just want a check
Cancer playing games
feel the scent
I get reminded of life back in the day
When it was more problematic, with more fraternity
Imma always be there, for my homies, my brothers
of chores
Sweeping a broom
To be a known person
So that I'm not referred to as whom
Construction and services don't stop
During this pandemic
Which resembles
I'd rather blast, put these niggas in casts, fuck all ay'all
Since we servin' I'm puttin' brothers on alert
Put the first nigga trippin' in dirt, don't
think it's working, I'm gangsta I'm not one them niggas from Perkins
I don't speak to police when they talkin to me it be sound like they speaking in
a hangover
Like his liquor liquor cup runneth over
Preach a sermon when he don’t wanna be sober
Put a couple hundred dollars in offering trays, now I’m getting
wonder what's in that basket
Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here?
That right there is Belly Dancin Dina
Now I'm all junglistcally
uncle nem
I still only trust Detrick, Devin remind me why
Wait
Westcoast still get me high
But if I put my trust in Phoenix, I'll never be on fire
Wait
kisses settled me
My last was in a spiral, wouldn't be here by a long shot
Made me a mimosa when my song dropped, off top
She better than my last
Southern are sorry to announce that
The 11: 04 Southern service
From London Victoria is delayed
By approximately 13 minutes
This train will terminate
Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)
Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,
nigguz is lousy
Want'd in sundown counties, I'm too damn rowdy
Come git that bounty, or come git put down by brownie, Mufuxka!
Fuxk all y'all nigguz don'
on fallin'
Even though we were bad
It'll cover the filth
We should both just be glad
And spend spend spend
This Chris-Christmas together
I married you last
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
Nigga I don't give a fuck who I gotta stick it on
Live by the hymns and hmms, our ancestors live in us
Hunnid rack large, I ain't a member
that boy is a bawler
Shout out to jay cause that nigga my brother
Shout out to quan yeah that boy is a stunner
Honesty I just be craving them hunids
half of us on dope
And the other half in incarceration
If the ones they want dead ain't
Killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brother's
For Mandy and me
There will be some jubilation for the happy pair
Yes, the best in all creation, joy is in the air
There'll be music at the station
the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in
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