[Verse 1: Ghettosocks]
Shit's gettin’ way outta hand. Where the corporations turn the forwards to said what politicians we assure us is more than the plan
Fortune expands body cams recording your fam. The trickle downs for the less fortunate man of course support the troops and don't bother to question everybody's grandfather's legend. Cops in objectors, the light of truth. Shaiman Knopfler reflectors, boy shot, he's with the auto would check this sort. The water protectors [inaudible] the first time we want to pin him down as a criminal. Now love thе song. No kid around the brick, the middle Rousе of the Congo. And to be honest, even the question of who's dishonest, who keeps the troops in order? Cause on the roots of hardship I'll be induces hard to shoot or moving. Saw you wants to food. We always stop
[Chorus]
Live is mortal combat
Things ain’t always what it seems
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Oh Swedish strange sleeping on 10 frames. Visionary been the same. Call out alarm, but within reason, like end game Dole's book, bento [inaudible] swollen like thing frames the trimmer like that, the lullabies like a scene out of strap your car, go home a sass and need a seat in the back. They see you out on the dime and she'll be sleeping like dead. Your pay. No, nevermind. Like ain't no cause dreaming on beefer viewpoint as much as the Shippy see you for who you bought one or let's say fro glam between being so a holdup is some waste in becoming which server you awake. The chicken black reflecting all at the corner saying it's when mattresses are noble, California King waken up to believe in which we know was swearing that it was real
[Verse 3: Rome Streetz]
I got million dollar dreams trying to bring them to fruition. Fuck wishin’. I'm active with the scheme until we click it and everybody in the clip rich live in the vision
But I'm still throwing rocks at the prison
Shady dealings on both sides
The mission is to make the transition promise means to call the time Cal tech nine
That's on my mind. The chilling in the fly pavilion
Cause the shit did not design made the killing you fill in the hero
Wouldn't a villain not respect the n- that took a miss to go against the system. Life's a b---
I'm gonna stick my d--- and f--- the world like it's a tradition of rap like fresh at the chess table with the clock tickin’
Nice enough to checkmate your king with a pawn on the shit you be on songs and spend the song from NYC to Hong Kong
Even when I'm gone bury me with weed and Ralphie on, I'm a fucking don
Never been a minute thinker. My mind's wise enough to see the big picture, plot to get richer
Shit's gettin’ way outta hand. Where the corporations turn the forwards to said what politicians we assure us is more than the plan
Fortune expands body cams recording your fam. The trickle downs for the less fortunate man of course support the troops and don't bother to question everybody's grandfather's legend. Cops in objectors, the light of truth. Shaiman Knopfler reflectors, boy shot, he's with the auto would check this sort. The water protectors [inaudible] the first time we want to pin him down as a criminal. Now love thе song. No kid around the brick, the middle Rousе of the Congo. And to be honest, even the question of who's dishonest, who keeps the troops in order? Cause on the roots of hardship I'll be induces hard to shoot or moving. Saw you wants to food. We always stop
[Chorus]
Live is mortal combat
Things ain’t always what it seems
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Oh Swedish strange sleeping on 10 frames. Visionary been the same. Call out alarm, but within reason, like end game Dole's book, bento [inaudible] swollen like thing frames the trimmer like that, the lullabies like a scene out of strap your car, go home a sass and need a seat in the back. They see you out on the dime and she'll be sleeping like dead. Your pay. No, nevermind. Like ain't no cause dreaming on beefer viewpoint as much as the Shippy see you for who you bought one or let's say fro glam between being so a holdup is some waste in becoming which server you awake. The chicken black reflecting all at the corner saying it's when mattresses are noble, California King waken up to believe in which we know was swearing that it was real
[Verse 3: Rome Streetz]
I got million dollar dreams trying to bring them to fruition. Fuck wishin’. I'm active with the scheme until we click it and everybody in the clip rich live in the vision
But I'm still throwing rocks at the prison
Shady dealings on both sides
The mission is to make the transition promise means to call the time Cal tech nine
That's on my mind. The chilling in the fly pavilion
Cause the shit did not design made the killing you fill in the hero
Wouldn't a villain not respect the n- that took a miss to go against the system. Life's a b---
I'm gonna stick my d--- and f--- the world like it's a tradition of rap like fresh at the chess table with the clock tickin’
Nice enough to checkmate your king with a pawn on the shit you be on songs and spend the song from NYC to Hong Kong
Even when I'm gone bury me with weed and Ralphie on, I'm a fucking don
Never been a minute thinker. My mind's wise enough to see the big picture, plot to get richer
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