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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dumile
Daniel Dumile
Songwriter
Otis Jackson Jr
Otis Jackson Jr
Songwriter

Testi

[Verse 1]
Wreak havoc, beep beep, it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish, people speaking, leaking to the maverick
He see it as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he picked the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest, shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father who baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money now
Who's the real thugs, killers and gangsters?
Set the revolution, let them things bust and thank us
When the smoke clear and you can see the sky again
There will be the chopped off heads of Leviathan
My friend, they call 'em strangers
Anybody talk to 'em, end up in some danger
[Verse 2]
Can't reform 'em
[Verse 3]
They pray four times a day, they pray five
Who ways is strange when it's time to survive?
Some will go of they own free will to die
Others take them with you when they blow sky high
What's the difference? All you get is lost children
While the bosses sit up behind the desks
It costs billions to blast humans in half, into calves and arms
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
It's like making a soldier drop his weapon
Shooting him and telling him to get to stepping
Obviously they came to portion up his fortune
Sounds to me like that old robbery extortion
[Verse 4]
Same game
You can't reform 'em
[Verse 5]
That Mary was going around with an old flame
That burned me up
Because I knew he was just feeding her a line
But the guy really spent his money like water
I think he was connected, so I left
Outside, it was raining cats and dogs
I was feeling mighty blue
And everything looked black
But I carried on
Written by: Daniel Dumile, Daniel Dumile Thompson, Otis Jackson Jr
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