Turn it Off

Open up ya eyes see what you can find
Open up ya mind see whats up inside
See what's up inside
See what's up inside? Nah
I got refreshments homie
Let's watch CSI dog
Let's turn our minds off
Let's turn our problems off
Let's turn our bills off
Let's turn our girls off
Let's turn the world off
Let's turn up

Just rolled through
Show me where the toe food
Grandma put her ankle in it
I can't prevent it, that's soul food
That's black talk
That's black walk
That's black fame
That's black man
That's black art
That's black charts
That's black game
That's black claim
That's blackness
Fry them up some catfish
Put them on that gat list
Treat them boys like Katniss
Take them off that whack list
Turn off all that whack ish
We don't want no crack list
Boy you on cracked list not this
Not my boy on the couch and unemployed
Oh he employed he dish heat and he enjoy it
You can't avoid all them boys up in the morgue
Hey he don't care he just want the newest Jordan's
Tragically know my anatomy
Flattering how we all go to academy
Parents are perishing none of it's mattering
Clearance the sales are just making us scattering
Turn on the tv we living so absently
Talk on a casualty do it so casually
Increase my ratings I do that stuff happily
Paying my faculty living life lavishly
Dragon-ball fan and I hope I embarrass you
We jumping off of the plane with no parachute
I chalk it up to my audacious attributes
Why would I laugh at you
I'm in the lab with you
I'm in the cab with you
I'm in the back with you
Moment of silence for homies who not with you
Tell all the homies who not with you
We going straight to the top and they opps for you



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Landry
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