YOUNG NiGGA Vs OLD NiGGA
Lyrics
Break a knuckle man
He living like a knuckle head
They living dead
Grow that hair and dye those dreads
To corrupt, to stay in bed
Inside my head i stay embed
Just close your eyes, my vision dead
I'm sickly yes i need some bread
Mama thinking "what i bred
To sow the seeds he manifest
Father help him keep him blessed
I'm pray he change that fucking name
Looking for someone to blame
I flipped the pain just for my gain
Better learn my name
Smoking blunts and i can't kill pain
Mental Slain, digging in my pocket, but it never rains
Always rain, wet him right up, then we let rain
Ain't missing in my range, i let it rage to ease my veins
Take the evil from my brain
Living caged i'm underaged to feel inslaved, count my days or change my wage, Maximum pay
Skies the limit
Till they pass you that tray
Got no faith in my fate
I'm losing track of the date
Ease me you can pack me with 8
I'm just not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just taking soulss
Oh no
I'm just not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just taking soulss
Oh no
I'm just not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just taking souls
Oh no
Moving constant
Off the rails, just confuse the system
Break the posture, didn't steal, but the bullets rob yah
Helicopter, fly away because of crooked doctors
Yes he robbed ya, he stole your soul and now he gone like nada
To many mosquitos
Suck your blood, your getting bone dry
Calling r.i.c.o, these birds be shitting
I fucking hate these seagals
Calling repo, feed my ego
Got it weighing by kilo
Kill you, mos def
I play my cards like that
Anit old and ain't bap
This is this real life rap
Ain't bored and boom
This real life scrap
I'm just not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Your prices couldn't buy my soul
Oh nooooo
They out here just taking soulss
Oh no
I'm just not just the average joeeee
I don't talk that shit and work the curbs like hoes
Too low
Writer(s): Yusuf Cotton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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