All those days in, all that stays in I don't keep it, I won't be here for it All those days in, all that stays in I don't keep it, I won't be here for it Yes Lord, Hail Mary's in the sky False prophets get buried alive Head on the throne cause that's where I reside Ways in the world, the weak won't survive Something's in the water, ay, my nigga we lawless Please move with caution, who set the fairway? Damn right I need all this Yeah Jack, I need all this Heads cornered with fingerprints on the clock Screamin' we gon' make it like two-thirds to the five Blood on my hands, I'ma need hot agua You gon' meet Jamaica, I won't say it in patois Hope I strike a nerve like a package of matches You may wanna bypass this smoke game gash trick A prince turned pauper tryin' to do like kings do Sweatin' in chess games, try and move like kings move You should slow your roll before you drown in a moat He tried to channel balance but never found the remote Killers on the prowl, still juggin' off a lick Stealin' with a double for his b**** Common politics, everlasting mayhem Draw to stick you for your figures, that's how they aim, man So what's your game plan if you got one? You aiming at passengers with a shotgun? Woah The aftermath is you in the scope It's warfare, is warfare? No You understand, it's probably better you don't Just keep a dock on standby, charter a boat Ships set sail and planes depart The big picture's in motion, are you playin' your part? Before the lights get dark and the curtains get closed Are you playin' your role? Ass told by an organized criminal in general Get off my genitals, I got your general Hail Mary's in the sky False prophets get buried alive Head on the throne, cause that's where I reside Waves in the world, the weak won't survive Somethin's in the water, ayy, my n**** we lawless Please move with caution, who set the fairway? Damn right I need all this Yeah, Jack, I need all this I had to be about nine when I first had seen it Logos poured up outside of the Ralphs After a car show at Dominguez They had a disagreement, they had to air out Just another day in Del Amo For sure, man down, man down Thank God I never had to knock your partner off Or be another casualty of war, amen There's four footprints in the sand where I walk I never claimed to be a saint at all Or Russian trippin' with hollow tips in a Kalashnikov Ain't that y'all? No, solo hoe Kept it clean ridin' dirty, jury woulda gave me 30 Herbie love buggin' out, hit the target blindfolded Electorial college devoted To hit the score, to write the score, that's not a metaphor Raging against the machinery, tapin' up the scenery You gotta keep the peace to keep the peace, God damn it Squad up and mop the block up for a cleanin' feature I don't need you to change, I don't need you to change yourself But I've got to get away, I've got to get away from this Be as free as you can, be as free as you can away from me I tried to be a saint like everybody else I don't...