Arrangements
Sorry for the wait, sometimes I get caught up in my faith
I done went and had kids and took Dorothy on a date
That led to getting married and I almost caught a case
California cops hating cus my almond colored face
Went through PTSD like Pharoahe Monch after 08
My life hard as tryna play Contra on a plane
With so much turbulence that your armor gonna break
So I had to make arrangements so my daughters could be safe
Get back in the studio, so the art can equal pay Without sparking up an 8th, not lethargic when I take
The best beats that I can find, start barking on my prey
Make the art for every fan as I'm chalking out the hate
See me parking every snare, dawg walking all the bass
Call it riding every beat, you and God are not the same
So anybody saying something harmful on my name
This is my response just another song that I arranged
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
First it was Black Toad hating on my act bro
That's low followed by a track with the Kilgo
Niggas wanna diss so I thought how should I dispose
Every enemy that would mention me getting killed slow
But then I said yo, are they really worth it
Forget the internet, we'd be arguing in person Marking all my verses wit low tolerance and cursing
Tryna battle the equivalent of clowns up in a circus My sound it has a purpose to go round for round with vermin
On my town I pound for certain til you down and out and curtains
Serv ah crash and pry til this massive size
Mack or nine pasteurize til you pass the mic
To somebody who superior to the inferior
No fear because the armor of God on his exterior
Not concerned with killing ya, more concerned with the bills I tuck
Two sides of every game, Tales of Xillia
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
I done went and had kids and took Dorothy on a date
That led to getting married and I almost caught a case
California cops hating cus my almond colored face
Went through PTSD like Pharoahe Monch after 08
My life hard as tryna play Contra on a plane
With so much turbulence that your armor gonna break
So I had to make arrangements so my daughters could be safe
Get back in the studio, so the art can equal pay Without sparking up an 8th, not lethargic when I take
The best beats that I can find, start barking on my prey
Make the art for every fan as I'm chalking out the hate
See me parking every snare, dawg walking all the bass
Call it riding every beat, you and God are not the same
So anybody saying something harmful on my name
This is my response just another song that I arranged
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
First it was Black Toad hating on my act bro
That's low followed by a track with the Kilgo
Niggas wanna diss so I thought how should I dispose
Every enemy that would mention me getting killed slow
But then I said yo, are they really worth it
Forget the internet, we'd be arguing in person Marking all my verses wit low tolerance and cursing
Tryna battle the equivalent of clowns up in a circus My sound it has a purpose to go round for round with vermin
On my town I pound for certain til you down and out and curtains
Serv ah crash and pry til this massive size
Mack or nine pasteurize til you pass the mic
To somebody who superior to the inferior
No fear because the armor of God on his exterior
Not concerned with killing ya, more concerned with the bills I tuck
Two sides of every game, Tales of Xillia
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
Another piece from Monroe and Kisai
It's all facts so why the foe would we lie
We not the best, but swear to God that we try
Making an arrangement with odds until we see skies
Credits
Writer(s): Sevard Fondren
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