Lyrics

Know the whole industry cut throat
World cold better get a trench coat
People don't never really give a damn
Till the shit hit they fucking front door
Another black man dead in the street
They ain't know his name they call him john doe
Blew his brains out where his mind go
Another mother crying son ain't coming home
Ain't no looking back now it's set in stone
Before they call for help they pull out camera phone
It's killer season what's your favorite episode
Will we ever grow I'll probably never know
Will we ever grow I'll probably never know
Bitch you know the slogan you know how it go
Watching every step reaping what I sow
I'm priceless I can never sell my soul
Wouldn't let me in I'm kicking down the door
Flow sick but I keep da antidote
I Manifested make sure we ball out fasho
Collecting all of my dollars in general
Less love and too many funerals
The people praying I ask for a miracle
Drink holy water I'm spitting the spiritual
I forgive but I'm all about principle
Outcast I keep on breaking the rules
I'm getting comfortable being uncomfortable
I would do the same homie if I was you
Written by: CORCZIONNE A SMITH
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