aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai
stone heart jewels and gold for the fools
the bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots
they emptied out the school
ears itchin' from the truth
it's tasty for a few and murder for the group
a dead-end street with a lemonade stand
where is the sky in upside down land?
that question is hard if you can't see the stars
i'm feelin' like i might just leave before i start a fire or a fight
that kid was gettin' killed
and i knew when i stood they would turn on me
and i don't need no more trouble with my sleep
so i did what i did and that's what it is
tell the sheriff and the deputy i don't give a fick
tell my mama and my kin and all of y'all and them
visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous
kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners
sent images of that family that got adopted
the president of some nonprofits is out of pocket
i heard the world ending is trendin'
i focused on sinnin' when winnin' was not an option
the system we compete against is farm to table hand
please take heed of who you treaty with
and shot never forgot though
that plymouth rock landed on top of new morocco
couldn't see who was firin' shots
and left a burnin' cross on the lawn just like a pothole
i'm feelin' like i might just leave before i start a fire or a fight
they sayin the six bands are higher for the flight
so i may be a hitman for hire for the night
if you're figurin' this man's maniacal
bar codes on the wristband
they intentionally expand
just look straight into the light
the puppeteers playin' you for spite
what we're payin' is the price
china white with cut talk
a ho could never put me in a slut walk
my hands was right back in the birds soon as they took the 'cuffs off
gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga
it's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a nigga
my cousin beat me for a pack and i put the beam on a nigga
and i don't gotta finesse the plug because i deebo that nigga
drop am opp like pop's stinky load
last friday hit by the pos
got off the stove and slowed my role
but i'll still serve you a baked potato bobby johnson style
you litter like trump twitter feed
i'm more melvin willams than genevieve's
them fist fights had me swappin' blood with my enemies
you ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin' in little league
i'm feelin' like i might just leave before i start a fire or a fight
a million fuckin' dollars a year just won't suffice
got a factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life
that's why we can't come up
i'm still pullin' ranges up
them cash counters is counteractive
the paper cuts gas by a pump like when dominque used to lace some up
i pray the streets don't take what's left of me