Good Works..sort of EP by Saffrawnn
• Written by ForTheLoveOfGod
ForTheLoveOfGod's Notes
Rights to the beat go to canis major @ youtube.com
Lyrics by Saffrawnn
//Intro
Yup, Good Works
But, tha Hood hurts
//Verse 1
Trapped in the map, with a bag full of daps
Could take a nap, but you probably get had
Would take it back,but you prolly get mad
And you might get grabbed, that's my city
You oddly not get nabbed, pat my city
What's good in the city is eye candy
What's hood hittin lickys, that too needy
But stood looking out, is I rude, iffy
Kids die, got the dudes with me
Bids fry, got the blues with these
Governments and establishments
Cover offense, stabin' cents
Sellin rents with no recompense
Live in pents with the picket fence
These Colleges preaching common sense
True knowledges placed on stalleges
//Hook
I don't know why
You insist I
Do try to die
Who ride, you die
If I lie now
You can lie down
You might find how
Ooh you fried now
//Verse 2
So me sentences are contengences
I'm infinite on a different print
Never Been limited to standard fit
God wrot my name in the Lamb's book
God got my name in his handbook
Yup, and it's full servants
Not necessarily public service
Not necessarily hub-ish person
Not necessarily did deserve it
Not necessarily picture perfect
But I did work it, And I did perk it
Been gifted, sin lifted, big ticket, rigged ticket
I hit it, I get it, feel picket, I still miss it
//Hook
I don't know why
You insist I
Do try to die
Who ride, you die
If I lie now
You can lie down
You might find how
Ooh you fried now
//Verse 3
Didn't know this had three verses
Didn't know I stole those purses
Didn't know I owe these firstly
Didn't know I go be thirsty
You go, we go
Who roll, Niko
Beast flow east flow
Best coast west coast
Out pride south side
Off rides, Nawf side
Why do we fight each each other
Why might we not all be brothers
A lotta brothers, a lotta mothers
If never bail, you will never fail, but
Gates asked God he said "grind smaller"
Bates act odd, we said, "try, die harder'
Yates, I try hard, to make the fam proud
I had to Skate the scrapes, stayin off loud
So I Tried lard, black stereotype
Hated it, I'm an Archeotype
of strange pasts free range to the last
Musta Missed 3rd era ,won't miss the fourth
Hissed a 3rd error, there won't be a fourth
Star so blessed, won't say he's one
Stars so far, God knows he's won
Level 54 now we coming up
6 Devils how we summin up
Put the God in us, Now we runnin up
Like the Nos in us, now we speedin up
Just the Nas from us, how we reading up
Preach to reach, teach to these
Real Deal Peeps, on the streets
//Hook
I don't know why
You insist I
Do try to die
Who ride, you die
If I lie now
You can lie down
You might find how
Ooh you fried now
//Outro
{Season-the-Sapper}
{And There's reasons I'm after.....}
{Whatever's hard to capture....}
{Good Works ain't it }
{This the Outro, kids}
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ForTheLoveOfGod
Member since March 16 2016