Lyrics

I dont get many opportunities im glad to be alive
Fuckery & foolery is something i despise
5 is not enough for when im comin thru to drive
Im sorta like an eagle when he flying thru the skies
Devil in disguise you feel em but cant spot em
They know he didnt do it, dont matter they still shot em
You cant avoid the pain you feeling walking thru a gotham
This shit in unavoidable they calling for the problem
& im calling for a state of emergency in a crisis
W 47 aks, philly the new isis
My momma didnt cook it if she couldnt use spices
If you the meanest man alive pussy im the nicest
Ill stab you with a ice pick for all of those sub tweets
Resi in my nails doggy you couldnt buff these
Im boutta grab the rock & shoot 3 like fuck trees
My brodie take care of the tuff talk with the one squeeze
I feel like im out of my mind so you could never relate
Im never running out of time to put ya head on my plate
I level my weight, the devil come & settle my fate
The ghetto is safe, im coming thru to step on ya face
Im lighting lettuce for the fellas they got stories to tell us
Only getting better so i know you gotta be jealous
The poverty part of monopoly, the property get us
About million but you push away the families that
Never got any rellish thats fucked up, guessing its a part of the game
Looking like they seen Moses when i parted rain
Awfully insane, you in the trap parking a range
Marvelous aim, only seeing a spark & a bang
Beyond grateful imma sinner of course
Did whatever knowing i would have to live with the cost
For now you get to sit with the boss or chill with the stars
If you got nothing else to do except give me ya thoughts?
You can save that
Written by: Mario Collazo
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