Letras
Need gas
Need food
Ya Need liquor
Need dope
Ya Need smoke or loose women
Strip malls curtian calls for drug dealers
When all falls we all call the grave diggers
3 doors down the vicinity of the sounds
Cause its 3 boys down from automatics taking rounds
Ain't no magic only static when they cutting through our average from the tragic crimes of sadness.
Disguised by being a savage nigga
Failure with target practice taking away our babies is so taxing
The most hunted man melanated black skin a creator of the soul and son of the land
Take the blood of our brothers we no longer trust each other and the hunger of survival makes an imposter among us
It's humongous how long we have to go and if we ever get lost look in the sky for the smoke
That baby was the reason we ain't seen another virus the Osiris of a vibrant Wakanda in the likeness not falling to vices of the common man if we stan the a better land to levitate from lacking of dividends
We running that in a trance governed by Bernie sans
Mistakes from burning man cutting to burning lands
Cali needed a hand and we ran, covid infected your child follow the fucking plan
Legacy acts subtract from the facts that the youth is our max and the Hood is where it's at but we lack the same foundation of the racist and our community's been tainted , by the devil's greatness
Measured by 666 ya president can eat a dick my past has been poor but our future will be rich