Lyrics:
barrels but the clip empty
Nah nah they aint fucking with me
Hell no they ain't fucking with me
I Don't do it for the Jesus piece
Just Jesus peace, blow
barrels but the clip empty
Nah nah they aint fucking with me
Hell no they ain't fucking with me
I Don't do it for the Jesus piece
Just Jesus peace, blow
The story's told by the wishes from the well
Feed my dreams with all the ink I write on my page
Cause history is surely to repeat itself
Yeah, cue the mushroom
Hi just, uh, Ink D33M0N here to give you a bit of a warning
This song contains many explicit topics
If you are a skill freak, turn this song off now
beyond on that
While elevating back in the days
We would've never left
Our friends back
When we was kids
forth
Cause we got
Employment issues, we got kids of our own
Trying to tear down the wall with chrome and black ink flow
Keep them mad at all cost
This
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
to stick
It to me best
Be down to squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
Squeeze
And I do it bit by bit
Little kid (talk my shit)
not the music that dies
Now listen up, our life support machine
Was brought to life by remarkable hands
Forget about the Hell we've seen
The time has
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
in charge, but cha gotta be my spy
Come back and tell me who's baggin my fries
Getting high on company time."
Hell no sirree, wrong M.C
Why should I be
any Liars who sing
And I knew since I was a kid
And I entered the gate between heaven and hell
And that's how I knew
Exactly where I stand at all times
(yeah we do evolution, ? Stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell me
I just ain't with stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell
I won't eat a soul
But fine with kids losing theirs
Making my clothes
Trust, I'm not the good guy
Done shit nobody knows
For real though
Oh, I gotta
in half
And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when
Sliding by in that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had
stoked as a kid
Crisp wasn't down till" I roped him in
Didn't think he had what took, but I know he did
Had his back against the wall and I hoped he'd win
a quarter
Yo
Where I come from
It's just a natural reaction
For crack to make it happen
Let the pen ink sink
Into the paper of the pad
Think back
When I was
This can't be a Craig Vill song
Spoiler Alert
It is
Every-time a nigga go back home
They look at me
And ask for loans
They pack the chrome
Attacking
you're gonna retaliate
Let me stop you there
Cause you can be blunt with me
But don't tell me that you care
Because I've been to hell and back
And you
even talk right she exotic (Foreign)
Putting ink all over my body
Wanna fuck off the X it's a hobby
Tell a bad bitch no she naughty (She bad)
Good sex
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
life be any fair
I don’t want to be impaired by
Barriers holding me back from my mission
Conflict with the real and the world I envision
A compass
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