Lyrics:
In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more
Well you know what I say
Not anymore
I may be only one man
But I'm a man
the world)
Aha, I got a story to tell (All around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every man
Not into that
Not into that
Not into that-that
Not into that
Not into that
Not into that-that. Yehhh
I need three seconds
Only three seconds
And then
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
how cud gu how cud gu how cud gu how cud gu how cud gu do dis shit ta me? [Background]
(Verse 3) (3:04 - 4:59)
Call do police foe I’m whalin out,
OGs
Chiefin' OG, I'm chiefin' OG
Hated by Alt-Rights and racist police
Say, woop-woop, man, 12 comin'
They make them kids really freeze, when they
believe
That the world we're in now is not the world that will be
Terror, famine, disease
Millions in poverty
Hungry, can't sleep
With all of this
the same since my pops left
I'm up half of the night thinking bout the world
Police killing us and pictures of these missing girls
I got three brothers I
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking
I fly, I fly, I fly
One, two, three, four, five
Bitch I fly (Bitch I fly), too fast I see time passing by (By)
Get my money up, I count like one
play
No easy mode for us noobs, that's not OK
Make players grind to a halt unless we pay
I'm grounded
By the thought police
By the thought police
By
shit empty
I turn him to juice I do that shit simply
Spin on his block like a DVD
I give niggas the smoke for free
Pussy ass niggas not close to me
I
on Mars, and all systems are go
Yo, it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
It's all heat in this day
In a world legit
Now these undercover cops
Kept trying to bust my chops
Telling me I was something
That I knew I was not
Don't have a problem with my
not Beanie
(Tommy turnin')
Big back belly TV (Turn turn)
Collecting DVD's (Turn turn)
Swear I was locked down when
Shawty try leave me, now she need me
why I have come to find a reason
But there cannot be a reason, not for death
Not like this, not like this
Three days later they made funeral plans,
to (Brap, brap, brap)
Kidnap a nigga like ISIS (Whoa)
Turn a whole world to a crisis (Whoa)
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid,
of hard knocks
And I carry that attitude with me to this day, more or not
And I'm young and hot-headed
Always running from police and skateboardin'
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up, they better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quali, I
and gold
Victoria Crosses won by Booth, and Nesbitt brought us fame
We're the only police in the world with a King's Standard to our name
Both soldiers
eyes upon the sky
Yeah, blinded by her worth
How we all deny and hide
That she's not dying deep inside
Is so absurd
Oh, if I-I-I
If I could
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