wake up Sunday morning but it's not to go to
service
I can't tell you what determines why I'm overly concerned with
getting rich and dying early, right before I get to thirty.
Houston, London and Missouri
New York dontchu ever worry.
put your family first.
then go do your work.
I ain't fuck with church
less it's chicken getting served.
stealing mama purse
I don't know what's worse.
vanity emerge or staying stagnant on the curb.
I ain't ever had alot
but I'm bout to have alot.
shrimp and salmon, caviar
homies wanted Saint Laurent
all I need is Basquait.
for my seeds carry on
living like a fucking boss
nigga ima do it hard.
no more sleeping in garage
for my niggaz in the box
commissary, dropping wads.
so you never have to starve.
been there since the fucking start.
for my niggaz, for my dogs
whether sufi or a cross
them my niggaz so we ball.
man I'm fucking tryna lift off, lift off
and these niggaz getting pissed off, pissed off.
coming to me with that big talk, that big talk.
bag it up, I got the Ziploc, the Ziploc.
is you riding, is you not.
ultimatum, on the block.
got my army and my squad.
all are hungry, chasing guap.
free my niggaz Tracey, got
25 to 50, fought
niggaz with their blicky, on
what the fuck is going on
and he strong,
son growing but his father isn't home
he be begging for forgiveness
for his sins he been attoned
when you enter battle zones,
death is chilling at the door.
baking soda on the stove
whip it, flick it, for your nose.
choices we be making get you sent on a vacation
where the guards will test your patience.
well aware it's pretty blatant.
walking with them detonators
anything can set us off.
better watch who you call soft.
aint a game, no Ubisoft.
used to running, didn't crawl.
city where we love to brawl.
break the bank until i bought
opportunities and jobs.
for my niggaz, for my dogs.
we the kingdom living large.
and we gonna put a mark
for our shooters who were chalked
wlfgrl blew my mind to a point where i felt the insignificance of my existence compared to my liveliness in the cosmos. i became an atom.a singular living organism...till i heard this again. Isaac Thursday
I remember when this first came on, instantly, I was flabbergasted. how can someone be so poetic and raw while simultaneously hitting you with bars? without compromising your sound too? WHAAAAT!? Isaac Thursday