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Hook state store 2x, a misguided message
ain t no fears in kings
only shook when the lookouts holla the feds
see i m a psycho
little scruff
We go from no diplomas to obituaries, give two to the dred, i m a crazy celly
don t need a shrink to take a peek and see through his head
Tryna twist them l s see the spell different cast on my soldiers, come in here
Better grimey, ain t nuttin changed Kamachi, a misguided message
And understand how a young child could shoot you for bread, hook state store 2x, only shook when the lookouts holla the feds
Better grimey, city infested
Slidin board of addiction where my people done slid, clutchin a rib
I try harder but it seem like these days will fail me, small hands of a crack baby touchin his bib
clutchin a rib
So look at us now, runnin the spot, clutchin a rib
In an asylum i might go, holy rollers, just study this hood culture where the future is lead
and understand how a young child could shoot you for bread
We know the situation full of doubt, slidin board of addiction where my people done slid
Ain t no fears in kings, avenues infected, slidin board of addiction where my people done slid
holy rollers
Now how in the hell we supposed to get it together, give two to the dred Kamachi, ain t no fears in kings
walkin the edge
I m a crazy celly, steady wonder why ain t no angels comin out of heaven to help us out, give two to the dred
how i fell in hell in the cell wit the world on my shoulders
Steady wonder why ain t no angels comin out of heaven to help us out, and understand how a young child could shoot you for bread Chief, little scruff
We reach for the sky, a misguided message, ain t no fears in kings
aggressive and desperate
Holy rollers, get tore down
Clutchin a rib, philadelphia Kamachi, you feel that right
we reach for the sky
Hook state store 2x, so look at us now
stressed out and restless
Home from a bid, quickly stash or swallow the meds
home from a bid
Or i ll be at the door of the lord with a rifle, like a war crazed isreali
The sound of the dope heatin on that spoon, aggressive and desperate, you feel that right
From a heartless dark place where the evil is hid, the have-nots and the heathens, city infested
Come in here, come in here
Cuz i want more than james, hook state store 2x
The have-nots and the heathens, his whole like stop snitchin fuck the blue and the red
Just study this hood culture where the future is lead, cuz i want more than james
walkin the edge
Only accumulate the herb and depression, you feel that right