Blue Moon
Yeah
They say making it one in a million
Once in a blue moon
Huh
I like the sound of that
Blue Moon
Yeah
Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue Moon
Blue moon
Type of shit that you could cruise too
So much smoke inside the room can't tell who's who
You ain't want it with the crew fool
So much pain inside his eye but when he chose to die they act like who knew
Grown from a younging so we ain't do school
I ain't got no room inside my pockets for all these loose screws
Be careful where you move dude
Cause two two's
This a ancient hex like I spit voodoo
Get jiggy on my lonely when I groove through
I seen my dawg and he this close to breaking
His brain gripped up by Satan
So I'm stuck inside this room just four corner pacing
Ducking and dodging problems like Neo from the Matrix
I just hope he understand that we gon' make it
But it's tough cause
We catch a case
Or shell casings
Is death, jail or bail waiting
Look at what we still facing
Grab the mic I'm trailblazing
Waiting for a change but dawg I'm still waiting
Tears all on the concrete from all the bodies and the chalk tracing
And if that shit ain't enough
My mom acted like my pops so that shit made me toughen up
Slimed by some so called homies so I guess their go my trust
I guess life really a bitch so imma fuck her till I bust
Imma split em down the middle like my dutch
All the pressure we've been facing whenever I step
I could crack the crust
Only you got you
So pick yourself up out the dumps
And tell all those preying on me all of y'all gon' eat my dust
They say making it one in a million
Once in a blue moon
Huh
I like the sound of that
Blue Moon
Yeah
Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue moon
Blue Moon
Blue moon
Type of shit that you could cruise too
So much smoke inside the room can't tell who's who
You ain't want it with the crew fool
So much pain inside his eye but when he chose to die they act like who knew
Grown from a younging so we ain't do school
I ain't got no room inside my pockets for all these loose screws
Be careful where you move dude
Cause two two's
This a ancient hex like I spit voodoo
Get jiggy on my lonely when I groove through
I seen my dawg and he this close to breaking
His brain gripped up by Satan
So I'm stuck inside this room just four corner pacing
Ducking and dodging problems like Neo from the Matrix
I just hope he understand that we gon' make it
But it's tough cause
We catch a case
Or shell casings
Is death, jail or bail waiting
Look at what we still facing
Grab the mic I'm trailblazing
Waiting for a change but dawg I'm still waiting
Tears all on the concrete from all the bodies and the chalk tracing
And if that shit ain't enough
My mom acted like my pops so that shit made me toughen up
Slimed by some so called homies so I guess their go my trust
I guess life really a bitch so imma fuck her till I bust
Imma split em down the middle like my dutch
All the pressure we've been facing whenever I step
I could crack the crust
Only you got you
So pick yourself up out the dumps
And tell all those preying on me all of y'all gon' eat my dust
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