INSANITY
Insanity
I am mad at him for showing me calamity
My land it reeks
Of alcohol, tobacco and a plant of weed
They gamble in my land of sweet
Maple and a grand Poutine
The Tower is a staple
Of what man achieved
My clan competes to grant the streets
A chance, to free itself from its own Masters feet
Disaster brings a class of peace
That lasts with ease till after he is
Turned to ash like as the Phoenix
Thats the scene
Gets dark as Jean gets
The heart is clean
Not torn apart
They slow to start the scheming
When I start redeeming
Better know that mans be leaning to the side that handles demons
It's a vibe when pistols screaming
Out the ride
Yea!
In the 6, the man be pushing 5
Out the barrel of the grip
It's taken care of
Like your bitch
Schizo on the beat
I got weed in my bong bitch!
I don't make the songs
That your homies sing along with
I cannot be stopped
I got murder in my thoughts
I am further than you thought
I can triple up my chips
While I kick them off the grid
In the back I used to sit
While I stacked up on my rocks
Money scare em make em snitch
I won't wear it, let it sit
Diamonds clearer let em sit
Signing players at the Ritz
Used to down a 26
Smoke an ounce and get it lit
While I pounce and get the chips
I am from the 6
Not from the south
So watch your mouth!
Or else Ill burn your house with you in it
Closed casket shit
I am mad at him for showing me calamity
My land it reeks
Of alcohol, tobacco and a plant of weed
They gamble in my land of sweet
Maple and a grand Poutine
The Tower is a staple
Of what man achieved
My clan competes to grant the streets
A chance, to free itself from its own Masters feet
Disaster brings a class of peace
That lasts with ease till after he is
Turned to ash like as the Phoenix
Thats the scene
Gets dark as Jean gets
The heart is clean
Not torn apart
They slow to start the scheming
When I start redeeming
Better know that mans be leaning to the side that handles demons
It's a vibe when pistols screaming
Out the ride
Yea!
In the 6, the man be pushing 5
Out the barrel of the grip
It's taken care of
Like your bitch
Schizo on the beat
I got weed in my bong bitch!
I don't make the songs
That your homies sing along with
I cannot be stopped
I got murder in my thoughts
I am further than you thought
I can triple up my chips
While I kick them off the grid
In the back I used to sit
While I stacked up on my rocks
Money scare em make em snitch
I won't wear it, let it sit
Diamonds clearer let em sit
Signing players at the Ritz
Used to down a 26
Smoke an ounce and get it lit
While I pounce and get the chips
I am from the 6
Not from the south
So watch your mouth!
Or else Ill burn your house with you in it
Closed casket shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jude Goldforster
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