creationish

Books for the fire
Phones for the wire
You gave them everything
That they wanted
Like you were working for them

Impaled on the fence
No stance to understand
You keep a safe distance

Mama ain't work every shift to be questioned by her own kid
With my sisters and me in the LTD my family barely fit
She was not to be fucked with by them crakkas that she served with
What would you do if somebody under you pulled social rank?
Would you play that shit?

Convenience convinces
God inmates creation

This is literal
Rot or riot

This is literal



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Gardella, Connor O'brien, Tristan Thomas Komorny, Brandon Macdonald
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