Windows of Wrath
My name is Matthew McMullen
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
Both ways
Yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at
Let me talk to the ladies real quick
I just wanna have some fun baby
I just wanna be the one baby
We could do it how you want baby
We could do it how you want
(But remember) you can depend on the end my friend
Wonder why my heart cold like it's December
Hidden agendas got me wondering
Keep it one hunna girl let me remember
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at
Man cus these niggas thinking irrational
For the capitol
So I gotta keep the ratchet close
Like a gadget for a vaginal
It's like a damn habit bro
Because I ain't tryna get screwed out here
Hidden agendas is all in my ear
Act like they doing a favor for me
That's how they always gon make it appear
Paint job it's the paint job
That make a mother fucker think odd
And they ain't handing out the day jobs
Morals falling by the wayside
But member when that nut case
Walked in to the bank
With the black face
Empty out the safe
Man that fucking racist
Nigga really thought he'd get away
From capitalism
We trapped in the system
In drastic conditions
They hand in the sentence
Get cash from the prisons
And you ask why I can't fathom nationalism
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
Both ways
Yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at
Let me talk to the ladies real quick
I just wanna have some fun baby
I just wanna be the one baby
We could do it how you want baby
We could do it how you want
(But remember) you can depend on the end my friend
Wonder why my heart cold like it's December
Hidden agendas got me wondering
Keep it one hunna girl let me remember
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at yea
Running round laps with the flow man
I'm busting thirty dozen all up in yo face
Why do they hate on the low
But they never show it even when they in my face
I lace the beat then I rap
It's just as simple as that yea
Look through my windows of wrath
So you can see where I'm at
Man cus these niggas thinking irrational
For the capitol
So I gotta keep the ratchet close
Like a gadget for a vaginal
It's like a damn habit bro
Because I ain't tryna get screwed out here
Hidden agendas is all in my ear
Act like they doing a favor for me
That's how they always gon make it appear
Paint job it's the paint job
That make a mother fucker think odd
And they ain't handing out the day jobs
Morals falling by the wayside
But member when that nut case
Walked in to the bank
With the black face
Empty out the safe
Man that fucking racist
Nigga really thought he'd get away
From capitalism
We trapped in the system
In drastic conditions
They hand in the sentence
Get cash from the prisons
And you ask why I can't fathom nationalism
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Writer(s): Matthew Mcmullen
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