(now one day)
Yo who stepped off rage
broke cracked bottle tops spilled this forever
whites no trace leather jacket zipped up to his face
he dipped behind the wall shalenka couldnand't aim to touch it
these cats have started something that they couldnand't finish
now they flee the country
yo shot guy god please forgive this life weand're living
takinand' mans for diems aiyo hands on your head where i can see and'em
the chronand's shone, spit out the combine
iand'm tryinand' to make my exit real quick
we leave no form of evidence
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bakinand' slugs out the dark
wild shoot-outs through the park
these jail houses overcrowdinand'
all my thugs remain calm
money turninand', trees is burninand'
but one day, itand'll be gone
(now one day)
iand'm your suspect
yo, heavy chrons with small engravments
digits witand' small letters that name it
man created, but always to blame it
iand'm far rusted, pushinand' your glusted, you busted and pussy
open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy
youand're pyro, i got one eye lookinand' straight down the barrell
donand't mistake me for shhhh, iand'll eat your food and real quick
burn up the gear i dressed in
meanwhile the motive got them itchinand' questions and guesses
what would you ask god if you had one question?
aiyo, deal witand' your family in your life
donand't try to flop mine, they puttinand' over dates and trials
little snitches turn into coffins and push six
a man could be my worst enemy, iand'll take this
andgt;from pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces
got me chasinand' bloody papers
scatterd and'cross the floor like forty acres
so tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps
to dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips
[chorus]
Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed
liquor bottles in cemetarys
and'nuff built up inside my body, but the lord is my salvation
still have to make a move, cause just put off
broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, iand'll pull off
black caddies and starlen windows thatand's bulletproof
all you could see is fog off the door
and richotched to the floor
thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jawand's jaws
all pause, lookinand' through the barrell, itand's all yours
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