William Lynch
Yeah
Cmon man
God body
Aye
I'm home
Bedroom blues
Think I'm addicted to bad news
Kids out here dying
And we blame it on the schools
Trump dropping bombs on people with different views
Same shit Hitler used to do to all the jews
First
Separate the niggas by the hue
Second
Tell em they Jesus look like you
Third
Make sure they live by the word
Fourth
Make sure they voice go unheard
Fifth
Never let em think for themselves
Sixth
Try to put em all in a cell
Seventh
Make sure they life a living hell
Eighth
Let a couple of em live well
Ninth
Tell em they gone die if they sin
Ten
Fuck it man the list never end
Give em cheap food pain killers and gin
If they don't know they in the game then they could never win
Cool
Really let em play us like a fool
Screwed
Wonder why my niggas keep a tool
Ouuuu
Heated I been tryna keep it cool
How you love thy neighbor and ain't help the nigga move
Skating on these tracks this how Stella got her groove
Talking bout change but they rather see the moon
They don't wanna help but love to sing a nigga tune
All in Mike estate tryna pay to see a room
Imma give it all I got
Shit it's all I need
Niggas know wassup
Never needed to vouch for me
Always kept it a hunnid
Just ask the ones that surrounded me
Ain't worried bout a soul
With all this pain that been drownin' me
I swear it make the man in me
Why you mad at me
We all kings bitch address me as your majesty
That forty ride with me can't become another casualty
Make sure it's all there like I'm Driek yeah better be
Can't reach my pedigree
Why you looking up if you ahead of me
I like mixing more with my Hennessy
Sliding on my enemies
Trynna up to score and have a winning spree
Util they listen up like assemblies
Diving off the deep end
Shit I ain't seen hard to believe in
Cause I only hear the truth when I'm speaking
And it's gon' be too late when they understand
We been putting them hundreds between these rubber bands
We been hittin' them corners inside the murder van
You gotta hustle and grind like you deserve to win
And I don't know never seen never heard of fam
You gotta hustle and grind like you deserve to win
Cmon man
God body
Aye
I'm home
Bedroom blues
Think I'm addicted to bad news
Kids out here dying
And we blame it on the schools
Trump dropping bombs on people with different views
Same shit Hitler used to do to all the jews
First
Separate the niggas by the hue
Second
Tell em they Jesus look like you
Third
Make sure they live by the word
Fourth
Make sure they voice go unheard
Fifth
Never let em think for themselves
Sixth
Try to put em all in a cell
Seventh
Make sure they life a living hell
Eighth
Let a couple of em live well
Ninth
Tell em they gone die if they sin
Ten
Fuck it man the list never end
Give em cheap food pain killers and gin
If they don't know they in the game then they could never win
Cool
Really let em play us like a fool
Screwed
Wonder why my niggas keep a tool
Ouuuu
Heated I been tryna keep it cool
How you love thy neighbor and ain't help the nigga move
Skating on these tracks this how Stella got her groove
Talking bout change but they rather see the moon
They don't wanna help but love to sing a nigga tune
All in Mike estate tryna pay to see a room
Imma give it all I got
Shit it's all I need
Niggas know wassup
Never needed to vouch for me
Always kept it a hunnid
Just ask the ones that surrounded me
Ain't worried bout a soul
With all this pain that been drownin' me
I swear it make the man in me
Why you mad at me
We all kings bitch address me as your majesty
That forty ride with me can't become another casualty
Make sure it's all there like I'm Driek yeah better be
Can't reach my pedigree
Why you looking up if you ahead of me
I like mixing more with my Hennessy
Sliding on my enemies
Trynna up to score and have a winning spree
Util they listen up like assemblies
Diving off the deep end
Shit I ain't seen hard to believe in
Cause I only hear the truth when I'm speaking
And it's gon' be too late when they understand
We been putting them hundreds between these rubber bands
We been hittin' them corners inside the murder van
You gotta hustle and grind like you deserve to win
And I don't know never seen never heard of fam
You gotta hustle and grind like you deserve to win
Credits
Writer(s): Larussell Thomas, Akash Lakhani
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