[Intro]
He got blood on his hands
Lotta years dark
Skeleton's hanging out to dry, he just mumbles now
[Verse 1]
Throughout prohibition of bars, I speak easy
Raised from crude to engage in feuds, not seek treaty
I keep repeating "peace, peace" till the streets heed me
My wealth is word and self is certain, the meek need me (need me)
If I'm a bridge you burned, it's now in turn troubled waters
To clear my course I got lost, still the gutter taught us
When in charge, men knew when to charge, ain't had to utter orders
Mighty freeze to 90 degrees, wasn't cutting corners
One of the poorest, too young to forage, needin' couple quarters
Eatin' cups of porridge thanks to loving daughters in the rugged forest
Saw us hunted, punished by the world, girls reward us
Gotta burn when in turn, we learned to treat 'em [?]
Know swine with pighead is excitable, runnin' boorish
Some cops deplore us, sure we won't make it to court if they caught us
Our color brown, so they try to cut us down when they saw us
My brother knew to be true, how my mother would [?] us
Seems a decision how musical wisdom is in shortage
So for more, be sure put my core in every chorus
Though proper rules is dropping jewels, not being hoarders
I rep this definition of the hood and its thesaurus
He got blood on his hands
Lotta years dark
Skeleton's hanging out to dry, he just mumbles now
[Verse 1]
Throughout prohibition of bars, I speak easy
Raised from crude to engage in feuds, not seek treaty
I keep repeating "peace, peace" till the streets heed me
My wealth is word and self is certain, the meek need me (need me)
If I'm a bridge you burned, it's now in turn troubled waters
To clear my course I got lost, still the gutter taught us
When in charge, men knew when to charge, ain't had to utter orders
Mighty freeze to 90 degrees, wasn't cutting corners
One of the poorest, too young to forage, needin' couple quarters
Eatin' cups of porridge thanks to loving daughters in the rugged forest
Saw us hunted, punished by the world, girls reward us
Gotta burn when in turn, we learned to treat 'em [?]
Know swine with pighead is excitable, runnin' boorish
Some cops deplore us, sure we won't make it to court if they caught us
Our color brown, so they try to cut us down when they saw us
My brother knew to be true, how my mother would [?] us
Seems a decision how musical wisdom is in shortage
So for more, be sure put my core in every chorus
Though proper rules is dropping jewels, not being hoarders
I rep this definition of the hood and its thesaurus
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