Lyrics:
towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah, yo, check it
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin'
towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle
Yeah, yo, check it
There were lights and sirens, gunshots firing
to shred by all of the teeth
Carnivorous what does all of it mean
Kinda Christine, blood drive when I fiend
Got the munchies stomach might growl extreme
Fuck
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday the 13th, ghetto jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
Out that s-class for
You said I make you sick
Sick to Your stomach
An when I see you
I know I'm gunna' love it
Cuz' I'm happy
Happier than I've ever been
Your distracting
drink the blood
swallow your soul
Taken by the muchiez
starting to get a headache
all I found was some lunchmeat expired for decades
my stomach’s
talks
Of The Waters of March
When you look past the pain
There's still joy in yo heart
When you hit the road
And you breaking some bones
All your plans
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day
and tell you that
I'm sorry for the pain you had to live through
I know I'm blessed because yo' stress is realer than anything I done been through
I
Pain from all the stressing
It be messing with my head so I down some pills
Yeah those pills they fucking burn, burning my stomach
I guess I cannot
soul
Takeover we done control
Protected Dey can’t do us harm
Blessed by the words of God
A Goddess had to get me right
Baby fly as angel wings
She spread
think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands
Aye
Take the lil bitch and I pipe
salivating, get the knives
Stomach aching from the pain of getting by
No more waiting for the rain to miss my life
I’mma fill my plate and I’mma savor every
but she fumbled the pack
That's a plate full of karma you don't wanna eat that
Stomach touching his back, got his ribs exposed
Behind the pain in his
in the back
She fell down screaming I can't forget that
My grandfather tried to close the do'
He got shot ten times in the stomach yo, for real
Aye I said nigga fwm (Yea)
That's all I'mma say
Aint your cup of tea (Yea) cause you can't stomach pain
Everyone a g yea until they catch a case
But
Stomach pains from the shrooms i I can't stand straight
Seeing fractals in the dark when i hallucinate
Notice only you can focus but yo mans can't
to my stomach
I think imma vomit somebody help em
Tryna help em
Tryna help em
Im on my own level
Im sick of these trash rappers
This the start of a new
DubP in the house
Show y'all how to do some drill shit
C4p
Sickest beats on YouTube y'all let's get this
Huh
Yo yo yo
Go ahead and ask me anything
shake the rage
Crush the face tell 'em I need diamonds so
I can Ice the pain (Pain)
No, tell 'em I need time, I need lot a space
I Keep my fye by
blunts bacc to bacc tryna ease the pain
For all the shit that I done seen
I'm a hold myself down by any means
Cus where I'm from get killed for anything
getting to it by myself
No confusion
No bottom barrel shit
Top of the shelf pharmaceutics
An I don't want yo help
If you gone brag about what you did
I
my stomach's been in knots
So to forget the pain, I been taking shots
Baby, you don't know the shit I'm going through
I'm just tryna make it out alive,
the pain
Mane Fuck yo bidness
You still livin
We need change
In this fucked up system
Gotta reform
Them fucked up prisons
My nigga doing time
Man i Hope they
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