Lyrics:
to go through a cycle
So confused, to choose between the Bible or the rifle
Watch 'em stifle
Yo, me an son gon' escalate this
And get these papers
usually, well we aint buying that
Im eyeing that lady chillin by the red Mercedes
She winked her left eye I told shorty bye
Im on to the next one the grass
following day by day
Wrong idols, doing more than we could take
Rivals, shots up every day
Cycle, like Kasper Schmeichel, 9 times out of 10 it's saved
Welcome
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em
Take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
In the event of my demise
If I should die before I awake
let my family be straight of the money I make
Give my son, what he needs, other than his
In the past of human race
Greek mythology spawned the serpent
Son of Apollo and a mortal woman...
He reborn the dead... the nature will be reordered
Nalomlomo uyazala (zala-zala-ooh)
History did us wrong kwakudzala
This is me breaking the cycle alt delete
(ctrl + alt + del)
and now they just froze
I'm leaving 'em stuck like when I gor
Like a rhino you better leave I'm a psycho
These pussies bleed like a cycle
I'm definitely ya
.4s to medullas, go scorn your jewelers yours is ugly son
Listen bruh, soy the bee in a room full of elephants
A prosperous king properly profiting off
And the cycle is rewinded, your son is now doing time and.
The pain. Struggle to bear it,
Just learned that you miscarried. Emotionally embarrassed.
Nothing left
And the cycle is rewinded, your son is now doing time and.
The pain. Struggle to bear it,
Just learned that you miscarried. Emotionally embarrassed.
Nothing left
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
grove, when it's all said and done
I just want to complete my cycle And be home, by square one
Fear none, Mickey's son, is a bad motherfucker
All of these
sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't
Aye Wake Up
Aye Wake Up
Learning lessons by the yawn
Grandma Tellin stories bout Jesus Tryn see if Me Reborn
Wake Up
Learning lessons by the yawn
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
supplied by mars
I've learned cycles will take over your life
Unless you take traditions and
Throw them overboard
Planking on the boat flowing overboard
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!]
Real live cinema
rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue
This ain't a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" (Ah!)
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put
like a 100 pair of them bitches I don't even know which ones to wear
Hahaha
Let's goooo
2020 I fucked around and I found my zone
You be repping by
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