[Hook]
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you're body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We’ve lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
[Verse 1]
If I ever die
Jus know it wasn't me
Speaking higher subconsciously
This goes out to all the people in struggle
Wear ur heart on ur sleeve
Be proud who you are
Don't let this world make the scene
You create it yourself
Take ur interests make em something
Reap all to prevail
I ain’t lying
I ain't joking
Ain't got a lie up for sell
All I speak is truth
Its all ill ever do
I ain't scared of shit
Cus im planned
Like b
Put that inside you're schedule
Im coming
Be afraid of me
U my life long enemies
And there won't ever be amends
What's said is said
What's done is done
Fuck this whole fucking system
This shit can suck my dick
Early in the morning
When I wake up wit a stick
Horny from a dream that I had bout my bitch
Roll over then uncover then I proceed to go hit
Yeaaaahhhh
I stay low key
Higher then a bitch
Smoking on my own grown trees
Every single day open up another bag
Das free
Every single day
Blow the gas
Og
Every single day
Steppin
Ain’t no end to me
10 toes down
Like im an fucking athlete
Hustling to that bag
See me near that end zone
Pass me that throw
Watch catch Then poof im gone
[Hook]
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you’re body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We've lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
[Verse 2]
When I get payed
Its not by the hour
Seen some looks on peoples faces
And they all lookin sour
Sorry but im different
I don’t conform
I Ain't wired
I don't run
Wit this all petty shit
Got my life set desire
Fuck what they be doin
Im comin
Without the sweet just the sower
Deep inside Yall stole a lot
Got it back
Now im powered
Didn't expect the kid
Now im here
You better start running
Cuz these beats are jus the ammo
And my voice gon make the drummin
I know im not shit
But one thing is for certain imma certainly spit
About that real shit
Never sell my soul
Cuz to me its fucking priceless
Never gonna take that shit
Nor my mind
Im sightless
Told you I stay low key
Feeling righteous
Running up my commas
And Gotta lotta vices
Gonna run in every scene
Stacking up high chips
Know im in control
You don’t know nobody like this
[Hook]
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you're body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We've lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you're body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We’ve lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
[Verse 1]
If I ever die
Jus know it wasn't me
Speaking higher subconsciously
This goes out to all the people in struggle
Wear ur heart on ur sleeve
Be proud who you are
Don't let this world make the scene
You create it yourself
Take ur interests make em something
Reap all to prevail
I ain’t lying
I ain't joking
Ain't got a lie up for sell
All I speak is truth
Its all ill ever do
I ain't scared of shit
Cus im planned
Like b
Put that inside you're schedule
Im coming
Be afraid of me
U my life long enemies
And there won't ever be amends
What's said is said
What's done is done
Fuck this whole fucking system
This shit can suck my dick
Early in the morning
When I wake up wit a stick
Horny from a dream that I had bout my bitch
Roll over then uncover then I proceed to go hit
Yeaaaahhhh
I stay low key
Higher then a bitch
Smoking on my own grown trees
Every single day open up another bag
Das free
Every single day
Blow the gas
Og
Every single day
Steppin
Ain’t no end to me
10 toes down
Like im an fucking athlete
Hustling to that bag
See me near that end zone
Pass me that throw
Watch catch Then poof im gone
[Hook]
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you’re body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We've lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
[Verse 2]
When I get payed
Its not by the hour
Seen some looks on peoples faces
And they all lookin sour
Sorry but im different
I don’t conform
I Ain't wired
I don't run
Wit this all petty shit
Got my life set desire
Fuck what they be doin
Im comin
Without the sweet just the sower
Deep inside Yall stole a lot
Got it back
Now im powered
Didn't expect the kid
Now im here
You better start running
Cuz these beats are jus the ammo
And my voice gon make the drummin
I know im not shit
But one thing is for certain imma certainly spit
About that real shit
Never sell my soul
Cuz to me its fucking priceless
Never gonna take that shit
Nor my mind
Im sightless
Told you I stay low key
Feeling righteous
Running up my commas
And Gotta lotta vices
Gonna run in every scene
Stacking up high chips
Know im in control
You don’t know nobody like this
[Hook]
We give love to all the classics
But live off rappers tryna feed you bad habits
Man im fucking disgusted
Sell you're body n call that shit a hustle?
Sell out to the people in power
Then leave the secrets for the weak to devour
But no guidance in the air
I wish god would jus strike down
And call it the final hour
Cuz at this rate
We've lost to many souls
Speaking for injustices and the vices wrong in this world
( Mtsel )
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