They Question Us Like
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like
Please, eager is the heart left on the sleeve
Bleed, says the executioner and Lucifer
I partake in drugs, do you know what they'll do to ya
Smoke this Vega, let the marijuana Medusa ya
I don't compare myself to the Zeus or the
Other gods mentioned in mythological fiction
But lately, I've been having these philosophical visions
And can't help but feel heavenly, not for the hell of me
Sitting at the table, listening to angels
Converse, ate with demons over man-made fables
Handmade labels, stitched into my denim
Chillin' with some women who I do not see as faithful
Life's hateful, words full of venom
Swimming through the ears of my peers
No acknowledgements are given to my peers, the power's in the tongue
Speak it into existence if you're the one
They question us like
What's wrong, what's going on, we're living life
Like we're Rolling Stones, rolling stoned
Gliding down a lonely road, holding on
To the thoughts of those, who won't miss us when we're gone
What's your mental on, mine is occupied with calculations
Of ways to increase payments, made to me and my acquaintance
Thuggin' made me famous, on my side of the city
Kicking doors, holding firearms, fucking everything that had titties
Sold everything except lean, product one was that kitty
Pimpin' lives in my city, it's even more alive on the road though
So I'll leave a hoe in my city, but take another one on the road though
No white, just rose gold
Break away from the norm hoe
Give indecent proposals to these old hoes
Young bitches and these hoes hoes
I'm back, like I forgot my phone
On my girlfriends bed without the screen lock on
Wearing more gold than a marine has on
Holding more green than Kareem put on
They question us like
What your team been on
Answer this nigga is your team still strong
Answer this nigga is your team still on,
If not, nigga what, your team fell off
No love given to the team you're on
Cold shoulders given from the team I'm on
Ain't nothing nice around here except the drugs
And that's without getting the weed involved
Cocaine whiter than the storm of the century
Please don't get Stephen King involved
I don't wanna make the murder seem too long
And I don't wanna make the murder seem too wrong
Everything happens for a reason right
Right your wrongs, weed too strong
Got hot boys putting sleeved tees on
We too cold, freeze your foes
Ain't nothing nice around except the drugs
And that's without getting the lean involved
Flow game colder than the storm of the century
Please don't get Stephen King involved
Everything happens for a reason right
Right your wrongs, weed too strong
Got hot boys putting sleeved tees on, we too cold
Cold shoulders given to the team you're on
Flow game on, watch how my lyrics freeze my foes
I'm back, like I forgot my phone
On my girlfriends bed without the screen lock on
Wearing more gold than a marine put on
Holding more green than Kareem put on bitch
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like
Please, eager is the heart left on the sleeve
Bleed, says the executioner and Lucifer
I partake in drugs, do you know what they'll do to ya
Smoke this Vega, let the marijuana Medusa ya
I don't compare myself to the Zeus or the
Other gods mentioned in mythological fiction
But lately, I've been having these philosophical visions
And can't help but feel heavenly, not for the hell of me
Sitting at the table, listening to angels
Converse, ate with demons over man-made fables
Handmade labels, stitched into my denim
Chillin' with some women who I do not see as faithful
Life's hateful, words full of venom
Swimming through the ears of my peers
No acknowledgements are given to my peers, the power's in the tongue
Speak it into existence if you're the one
They question us like
What's wrong, what's going on, we're living life
Like we're Rolling Stones, rolling stoned
Gliding down a lonely road, holding on
To the thoughts of those, who won't miss us when we're gone
What's your mental on, mine is occupied with calculations
Of ways to increase payments, made to me and my acquaintance
Thuggin' made me famous, on my side of the city
Kicking doors, holding firearms, fucking everything that had titties
Sold everything except lean, product one was that kitty
Pimpin' lives in my city, it's even more alive on the road though
So I'll leave a hoe in my city, but take another one on the road though
No white, just rose gold
Break away from the norm hoe
Give indecent proposals to these old hoes
Young bitches and these hoes hoes
I'm back, like I forgot my phone
On my girlfriends bed without the screen lock on
Wearing more gold than a marine has on
Holding more green than Kareem put on
They question us like
What your team been on
Answer this nigga is your team still strong
Answer this nigga is your team still on,
If not, nigga what, your team fell off
No love given to the team you're on
Cold shoulders given from the team I'm on
Ain't nothing nice around here except the drugs
And that's without getting the weed involved
Cocaine whiter than the storm of the century
Please don't get Stephen King involved
I don't wanna make the murder seem too long
And I don't wanna make the murder seem too wrong
Everything happens for a reason right
Right your wrongs, weed too strong
Got hot boys putting sleeved tees on
We too cold, freeze your foes
Ain't nothing nice around except the drugs
And that's without getting the lean involved
Flow game colder than the storm of the century
Please don't get Stephen King involved
Everything happens for a reason right
Right your wrongs, weed too strong
Got hot boys putting sleeved tees on, we too cold
Cold shoulders given to the team you're on
Flow game on, watch how my lyrics freeze my foes
I'm back, like I forgot my phone
On my girlfriends bed without the screen lock on
Wearing more gold than a marine put on
Holding more green than Kareem put on bitch
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like, why your team so cold
They question us like
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