Before my heavens in the sky, my demons need to fall, I guess I seen it all, I need a shoulder I can lean towards, I need help or whatever that may mean to yall, you may be rich, but that sound, sound the cheapest dog, You say you living I can tell you never breathed before, My nigga this aint chess, this a sport, Imma say it from my chest boy you pork, niggas think they eating with no bev or a fork, it make no sense to put a pen in this war, I cut my palms and then I write these lyrics with a sword, you can see it in my spirit ay, see it in my core, I ain't here to share a plate, or do another nigga chores, put my negatives away, and put that euphemism forward, I been pedaling away so I could move the movement forward, getting shitty drunk and now i'm looting in the store, its so confusing to be poor , with rich minds, my nigga get behind you missed yours
How i'm s'pose to thrive in the city, whats a MIKE to a businessman named Billy, grab the mic, keep spitting and then chants came quickly like..
not sure what to say I listen to this song every single day - but will let it be known that are u happy? is the closest peggy has come to touching actual God and end credits - five bags and a small 🔥 justinallenmckenzie