Lyrics

Yeah, thank God Broken 40 glass in the crevice of the corner where the fiends get they fix and the dealers Come up on them Hope you got an extra layer of protection or infection gon' eat away at your Dermis Have, you burnin' to the point where you'd rather be in a furnace If you lookin' for consolation, the ladies or the Nighte, give you a consultation Blame it on the hassles of they occupation, you spendin' your money on a brand that wanna Enslave your babies, and I got the same jacket in my closet, bro, that's crazy I can't talk about nothin' real, cause they corneas light up They stream my music for all the wrong reasons, I can't act like I ain't wrapped up in a dollar I can't play the cops or robbers, cause to be police where I'm from is a treason If I make less than my woman, then she'll leave me, but I was the reason she won't out here freezin' Get caught in a conundrum when your people want you to be the golden goose Got you runnin' with Craig with a golden tooth, I never asked for a boost I'd rather starve and push this Kia till the engine fall out the bottom of the car It ain't the pace you run or race, it more so bein' mental It ain't the speed you brush your teeth that benefits your dental I've been long over that murder, kill, kill I really lost a family and they family still feel when these youngins still drill I can say I never depended on no pills I can say I never sold my soul for likes I can say I walked the soul out of these nikes I can say I bleed the passion for this mic, to the point where I had to sit down and just write Been watchin' in third person my whole life Broken 40 glass in the crevice of the corner where the fiends get they fix and the dealers Come up on them Hope you got an extra layer of protection or infection gon' eat away at your Dermis Have, you burnin' to the point where you'd rather be in a furnace If you lookin' for consolation, the ladies or the Nighte, give you a consultation Blame it on the hassles of they occupation, you spendin' your money on a brand that wanna Enslave your babies, and I got the same jacket in my closet, bro, that's crazy
Writer(s): Cameron Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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