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(Yea, yuh) (Yea, yuh) (Yea) Blood and money, yeah we searching for the same thing Bad money, come and come in at the storm drain Take 30 minutes for a fish and we can eat brains And why you laughin' at me? We talk in the same way I brought my knife to a gun fight Charged at the people with bullets One day I'm angry and shit then All day it's all fucking bullshit Walk 'round all day feelin' useless No one can tell me no different Watch yourself, walkin' out Better keep up your distance I can't frown when I'm down Walkin' round with persistence I can't flee, I can't shoot, I can't aim And I'll hit this They made us sing for grace This flag was forcеd upon our face This place makes you insane Chicken noodle alfredo sauce, gon' cook up You tell the kid to look down, never gonna look up I can't even pick it out and how we pull up And even if you help me I'm still gon' be shook up (Yuh, ay) They put me as a lookout Cops come around and I tell them what to put down Sticks comin' out, bullets flyin' through the court now I can't even think while I'm duckin' through the bush now (Uh, yuh) Started as a baby, cops came in, drug busts on the daily Parents plead they sick, fuck the Kami My mind splits, I can't think so straightly (yuh) Tell me where you're tryin to go for this week (yeah) In my mind living in doubt because I cannot sleep (yeah) And you can take me, hate me, please just don't break me down And I can take it, maybe I need to get outta this town (Yuh) I can't even seem to get it out right now Everyone is lookin' like a clown right now Had to keep proposing with a frown right now And I could say what I wanna go say, I bite down The anger inside me wanna fight right now Disagree with me, won't give a fuck so you can shut up These pussies will prolly' saying anything so you can run up And they don't give a fuck bruh I better load the gun up, 'for yo ass get done up Boy, you better listen when she call you in for supper Fly like the wind in the middle of the summer Chicken noodle Alfredo sauce get cutup Like, what up? You say "What's the point to this test?" And I say "Fuck that shit, I'll take death" And I can't close my eyes and just rest anymore Ride 'round town, late night, penny board And I can't even think about this shit because I'm bored I'm freakin' out, they shot me, and they messin' up my board Yeah I might just take the easy way outside the back door What the fuck was this plan of attack we on the ad for? Yeah I'm actin all panicky, passin' out on the black floor Throw my guts on the canopy, what was all of that for? I can't even complete this shit, man, I gotta think more Yeah I'm feelin defeated, walkin' out a liquor store Fight into a minute Maybe all this shit that's happening is for a good reason And if it is? I can't see anything, I can't see in front of me at all
Writer(s): Marric Slack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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