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Дата выпуска: 14.10.2021
Язык песни: Английский
Windows |
It ain’t sweet automatic lemon squeeze |
Kamikaze trying to kill everybody’s speech |
Yeah we hunger but our minds not deceased |
Read the signs of the times they’re the signs of the streets |
You’re defined where there’s peace |
Can you tell a merchant selling wool to a sheep |
Yes I am an amiss coming from the people mist |
What is this the venomous rapper soul eclipse I abyss |
Overcome did you just submit |
In a pinch I was sprint |
Hazardous situation |
They triggered my Spidey sense |
So intense put on our hoodies for remembrance |
Now we need forgiving and |
My n*gga's strong sentiments |
So I used my performance to see if y’all are healing yet |
They put thoughts in your sights to say you ain’t feeling it |
Just to play to your heart as they cut it up to a million |
Watch as we assemble them through |
Turn into a billion |
Through the windows in my mind |
I see the world go round (we see it we see it we see it) |
Hustlers getting kicked when the sun goes down (we live it we live it we live |
it) |
Cops on the prowl and your neighbors on trial (we feel it we feel it we feel it) |
This is how it is in the world right now |
You better understand in the stainless |
My wise decisions are pollups like it’s world grain and vainness |
Entertain the solace sent |
Locomotive on the track |
The starship come back |
Conversations in the crowd which what does it all mean |
Not a word not a word but one minute on the screen |
Get the team I’m gonna tell them |
Stacking the laser beams |
My pursuit was to kick it with you it came true |
Too many Burtons for one come on |
Pull the curtains on this |
Living the trife life |
Affecting in the bliss |
It’s still a hard time |
Look out the window there’s this guy |
Keeping his swagger sling on the dough for the fam |
Felonies got a charge like damn buddy |
Fear got his head |
He looking like he dodging a scheme |
N*gga get the green dollar bill |
Get the money dollar bill |
Get the green dollar bill money |
Trials and tribulations of this life |
Stress starts to feel like an ordinary night |
Get it now never do we think about it twice |
Just the way my kid cut |
Afternoon chiller we’re home |
She throw a deuce up |
Take pot to turn stone to Medusa |
Till they’re stoned in the gutter |
I atone for my future |
Cops rush every other night |
But we just keep our sights up |
Gotta keep our lights on somehow |
Who’s that peeking through my window |
Pow nobody now |
Somebody vowed to keep their boot on my neck |
Keep their boot on my wreck |
We gasp fighting for every breath |
We take a few steps but there’s a billion steps left |
When new slays playing a game with no refs |
Just cops whose grandfathers wore white sheets |
With their cross in their right hand |
Black balls in their left |
Damn why you go there |
Cuz war has been declared |
It ain’t a war on drugs it’s a war on us |
They use our labor to fund their trusts |
Trusts that go throw that brick at your glass house |
We ain’t outside marching as soon as we walking with our ass out |
No credit so we’re trying to cash out |
No doubt we let the demons in and fix them a plate |
In the end we fixated with hate |
Trying to be great but we don’t know what great is |
Yeah we know the latest trends with a quickness |
Can’t cure the common cold without a bunch of sickness |
Judge was weighing heavy we trying to lighten the scale |
Shit being shipped in all the way from China |
I’m eating more kale and well it’s how we rebel |
Cameras on the block stocking up on intel |
Smartphones hanging out every window |
And Instagram in this hell |