[Verse One: ATM]
The 5th element but in flesh
I wield the earth, air, fire & water
I must confess
You see
I’m at Escobar mansion
In this social fabric
That would appear
That the loose morals have it
So in the spirit of the father
Of the bastards
The blasphemous
Left behind at the rapture
Yo fuck the street shit
I’m trying to see shit
Psychologically
To see how deep this get
Who are you to put a label on me?
Your sacrifices left you down here
Slaving like me
As the crowd cheers the nihilists creed
As the riots proceed
And the fires proceed
Down that California coast
As the kids see ghost
As thе kids are getting stole
Thеy getting bought, they getting sold
While this history gets written
Wish I was bullshitting
See I’m spotting no difference
Just the labels on they shipping
It’s sickening
We put ourselves in this position
If you “woke”, you really sleep
Third eye blind, you’re souls missing
Nigga I went and sold my soul for the low
I fought and got it back
Now I can pass down this gold
So when he made I
He broke the mold
And now I know
So now it shows
Off we go
To Puerto Rico for the weekend
Just me and mine
We reconnecting in this beach sand
Come and take a ride
With my tribe
Peep my son remote learning
Poolside, eating fries
That’s right
It’s just my ma’ fucking life
And I only have today
And I hope to get it right
And why?
Cause the futures watching the past
And knowing all the facts
Won't teach me how to act
But one things for sure
Nice guys finish last
So say goodbye to the bad guy
I’m pressing on the gas
At last!
A nigga rapping bout blunts and God
Expansive thoughts
Extensive bars
Sex in expensive cars
And still got it off the pavement
I only use “used to” to under state it
Its self preservation
Fuck your entertainment boys
This more like education
Cause life's fouls are flagrant
And I ain’t playing checkers
I got Kings on my table
A Queen on my table
And Queens run this table
My sons hail from the county of the Kings
That’s on Able
I ain’t into telling fables
Got to teach my sons lessons
So I speak into the future
Or in their time the present
I hope one thing is clear boys
Love is just a blessing
Life is really suffering
You can feel it in your essence
Speak truth and stand on it
Nothings fucking with them blessings
You a star, you king
You a God young brother
What’s God to a non believer?
God ma’ fucker!
The 5th element but in flesh
I wield the earth, air, fire & water
I must confess
You see
I’m at Escobar mansion
In this social fabric
That would appear
That the loose morals have it
So in the spirit of the father
Of the bastards
The blasphemous
Left behind at the rapture
Yo fuck the street shit
I’m trying to see shit
Psychologically
To see how deep this get
Who are you to put a label on me?
Your sacrifices left you down here
Slaving like me
As the crowd cheers the nihilists creed
As the riots proceed
And the fires proceed
Down that California coast
As the kids see ghost
As thе kids are getting stole
Thеy getting bought, they getting sold
While this history gets written
Wish I was bullshitting
See I’m spotting no difference
Just the labels on they shipping
It’s sickening
We put ourselves in this position
If you “woke”, you really sleep
Third eye blind, you’re souls missing
Nigga I went and sold my soul for the low
I fought and got it back
Now I can pass down this gold
So when he made I
He broke the mold
And now I know
So now it shows
Off we go
To Puerto Rico for the weekend
Just me and mine
We reconnecting in this beach sand
Come and take a ride
With my tribe
Peep my son remote learning
Poolside, eating fries
That’s right
It’s just my ma’ fucking life
And I only have today
And I hope to get it right
And why?
Cause the futures watching the past
And knowing all the facts
Won't teach me how to act
But one things for sure
Nice guys finish last
So say goodbye to the bad guy
I’m pressing on the gas
At last!
A nigga rapping bout blunts and God
Expansive thoughts
Extensive bars
Sex in expensive cars
And still got it off the pavement
I only use “used to” to under state it
Its self preservation
Fuck your entertainment boys
This more like education
Cause life's fouls are flagrant
And I ain’t playing checkers
I got Kings on my table
A Queen on my table
And Queens run this table
My sons hail from the county of the Kings
That’s on Able
I ain’t into telling fables
Got to teach my sons lessons
So I speak into the future
Or in their time the present
I hope one thing is clear boys
Love is just a blessing
Life is really suffering
You can feel it in your essence
Speak truth and stand on it
Nothings fucking with them blessings
You a star, you king
You a God young brother
What’s God to a non believer?
God ma’ fucker!
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