Lyrics
Yo in this life ain't no promises
And honestly speaking I know what time it is
As if I'm in the building and you peep the wrist
Asking me some silly ass questions just to snap a pic
I seen the picture
I been sketched it as a lil nigga
During my out of body experiences I foreseen my future
From spaces transcended with some graphic paintings
So blessed I feel I'm grannies favorite
Naw, no favoritism just the person for a certain mission
Heard a sheep do damage under lion supervision
Dry hate, red tape, false information
Tap dancing round the truth ok Sam Davis and em
You can play friends with him if you want to
Reign pon dem pussy like a monsoon
Yea Lew well trained I got that golden eye
But these blasphemous bastards yet deny the god
Slum dawg millionaire
Oozy in the wheelchair
Brown suit wallabee down
Grandma need healthcare
Keep the food stamps
We made it without welfare
Shabba on his way
Sizzla just got here
Gun smoke for breakfast yea breathe the fresh air
Menace to society they kill for notoriety
Cops keep searching my V
Like they supplying me
Big brother all in the tube
I think they eyeing me
My nephew getting big
That sucka keep trying me
I'ma leave em with a hole in his tummy
Make your soul summy
I got bodies under my belt
They call me Ted Bundy
Dry blood all in my nails
Wallabees monkey
Writer(s): Joen Lewis
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