Lyrics:
Escaped the cage I'm a walking display for kids with no hope
Emitting rays but don't need no shades to see I'm so dope
I'm in a race on a steady
the devil's land
But being a runaway just doesn't work
There's no escape from a problem the kids have to face when their growing up
I see my reflection in them
drove up to me
and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot,"
and showered me with some water.
So, I stood there thinking, what
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
tell in this mortal coil that he is a big old cum guzzler, it's that hair, there is no product that just gives you Mike Pence hair. It's a bucket
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
the sky through this hole in the door
It lets me know that there's supposed to be more
It helps me grow like a rose full of thorns
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
bitch you didn't put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then
Smoke
your hungry you wanted to sell drugs
Pimps cold hearted hoes no there's no love
In the ghetto surrounded by all the back stabbers
Crabs in the bucket
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
experiencing
what it's like to have 50,000 dicks getting sucked by black holes and you're like this isn't enough.
These black holes are actually not very good
[Chorus]
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
ride
On your feet when you hear the sound inside
The diamond of mind of mine what a find
There are no ordinary thoughts
In an extraordinary mind mind
Are
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four
dem by the dozen
He been there from since a jit when my father really wasn't
Ever since I been a kid I been dreaming bout getting buckets
I ain't get
was your back,
Was I ever a thought in your day?
Or just once a year on my birthday,
One less year you gotta pay,
For this shitty kid with your DNA,
This is for them just in case and them can't wait
This is for all kids in the hood without a microphone,
This one's for Jamil Jahi you make my light
across the stage a pick-six
Groupie got a VIP so I'ma get my d*ck licked
Money digging holes up in my pocket like a Diglet
Pokémon, let me take a peek
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
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