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Get Nothing
- I said buying ya'lls champagne was nothing to celebrate,
- Collect the sample of rich taste fills commonwealth with hate,
- I'd say disgust on who I sentimentally was in those ripped pictures,
- Forgot where I came from in the school lectures but too cool with pride and fame now fo sure.
- Second hand silver spoon of the luxury cars open the showboating of the sunroof,
- now I tell you don't touch my food cause I can say you are under my roof,
- Too good of a goodie two shoes to lose my shoe in the hometown I can now have relief,
- A clown in makeshift to receive the pressed hands that make his food is now in disbelief.
- (A lost generation)
- Now kids scrambling to achieve the life lessons from fallen stoic kings,
- The henchmen clones of medusa don't respect the peace that was made over years,
- Dried up blood and sweat induced ancient tears now crave peoples solutions in beers,
- The message of ya'll can't see shit but do you have the ear to hear these little talks.
- (generational facts)
- Something we lack in this gen is were unhappy alone usually our losing Z's
- The bag ain't carrying like It's used to but now we preserve questions like who is me?
- Give me a tag cause we pump our self worth to fake characters plastic on the TV,
- Preteen steps behind the mic to bring light for problems he claims helps but is prejudice,
- Fighting for the justice he glanced like Thugnificent but was a fight for nothing behind evidence
- But we are all comprehending the illusion to these women acting in position,
- you show and tell about the jokes into your openly hyper sex life like burden,
- supposed high class is what you wanted to go for with dirty pretty lies like a wealthy courtesan,
- yet the pussy remains in power over the possession of the dick a life that could lead an constrain.
- lame they cope new style to drop something bad for awhile not being themselves to get to the top,
- A heaven opening grace and a touch on the face should tell me that I am chosen to never stop,
- See the mind of how they think that a daily trend pop would get these nigga's to get on an hop,
- Seems you nigga's don't like to look back in style that you seen dropped but brings back the hip.
- He reached people telling a name though tress descending that slight cold breeze,
- Rose gold planted in my hands I grasp for the lady with no taste into flowers changed her eye,
- Sour but sweet base I don't know my preference in the deciding actions for shazam rage,
- Boom shakalaka he come down crackling with the sound of shocking lighting but a movie like fighting
- He constrict like of whipping the car when ancestors was power enduing the body to work like one,
- It's like a repeat of history but they say to stay modern with the shit relating to a engine,
- Studious to homeless in the matter of short time frame don't even remember the kids name,
- His counter frame of reference to stay alive is in base of how he keeps a silver tongue in shame.
- "Don't need to be rude to old man but gone on and tell me something of the thought real quick."
- Nobody expects me to send a message from the past to quest a sit down,
- Mans last supper was the beginning of our forever suffer a diseased transmitted crown,
- No thorns to open my flesh to tell about a holy kin with some line set so thin,
- Nobody understand we want a right talk through the streets with no slang to prevent my hang.
- As we come in packs we inhale the hell of a smoke of the devils colored tang,
- Price worth more then bullets loaded intentions not only to kill the people they think of a bull,
- Leave a thrill with faces hiding in fire bushes as unholy evil to spill the tea and out holy meal.
- We can't solve a full picture if not a single soul could tell the truth and seal the final deal.
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