Lyrics:
Another kid go lose their mind I'm idly standing by
Just hope that they survive
The jungle their throw into cause of what their parents pine
Simple as such
man
You all are Jokers
All you cardinals
I'm the pope
Get back
Hope need that
Pen loaded
Don't go click clack
Heart ink black
Slinging rhymes like
dead bodies
All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from irv gotti
Say "keep spittin' cause when you do it's like
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
Blim Bim, Bappu
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
Hell nah
When I say that he's going to get
ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By
wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it
like tryin to culture a pig
I teach knowledge and culture the kids
I inject the rhyme into the depths of the mind
The proper insight gives effects
My rap scribbling is best written in
My heart pad
The same heart broken by women in
My second and third year of college
Jennifer, Kim And em
No
I want my life with you
I get back and she like
Where the hell you been?
So I tell her hell is where I've been, babe
Hell is where I've been baby
She
like use the same lyrics I did, or the same, you know, the same vocal performance)
Uh, uh
Better get the hell back, better get the hell back
You would
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Here we have our friend of ink
He went to bed and now he’s in his head
And now he is on the brink
Finding out that there’s no way of him getting out
When they see me on the screen, check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura, where Rita at?
Send a GT
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
I told you I'm back like I never left
Crossed my path and you're playing with death
No regrets in the heart of young black intellect
You ain't
for the wife
Who is that?! Betta be sleepwalkin!
[Kids] be not here?
[HMSS] Betta be sleeptalkin!
Who the hell is that in the refidgerator?
[Kids
Switches places with his kid
(And how the hell would that even work?
Does the kid go to the office every day?
Does he learn accounting?)
To protect him from
It's people like us who are meant to be alone
It's just the way that we move
It's just the way that we show you
Ink on her skin
Ring through her nose
hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
(Don't stop, you don't) fail
Look out kid
You're going to get hit
By users, cheaters
hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
(Don't stop, you don't) fail
Look out kid
You're going to get hit
By users, cheaters
workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men
Sure as hell
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
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