You a fool for this one, Killatex.
One,
one, one,
this is one of three 16s.
One, one, one,
this is one of three 16s.
So many tears for me to cast them off,
puddles turn to ocean.
Hoping smoking new course while I grind my mind.
Hoping, eloping with this dope game.
Pyrex and the cocaine.
Trying to make my money grow like afros in Rogaine.
All I gained was ski hats and a cot,
telephone block.
No visit with niggas,
give a * about what you got.
* me, well * them back.
I don't give a damn no more.
Screaming free my people while my people grind for lambo's.
Lord,
I tried to be a sitting sick instead of rid my past.
Running with a lass,
or be a victim of this gun blast.
A drill and be pumping fast.
Heartbeats in 808s.
Easy cause we hate a race.
I fake as we can't find escape.
Mind to make a nigga lose his mind when you lose time.
Dissipated love,
lights out so you can't find shine.
One of three means 16s.
That's a clip I spit from the deepest pit.
Open up and this is what you get.
16 up in the clip, took in the mind frame.
It's a jungle in these streets,
they playing lion's game.
Another circus act, I pray the lions tame.
If nothing changes, then you get the same thing.
One, one,
one, this is one of three 16s.
How can I stop the chain reaction from my pops action?
Not relaxing, my flowers got me backed in.
I'm out, then I'm back in.
Accustomed to the jail cell.
Hell's real, 25 to life is why these tears fail.
Mama, I would not fail.
Housed up on that high hill.
You get it in that mean that won't stop until I'm killed.
Sister, pray you hold on.
Brothers on the long ride.
Chain gang,
hard to hang,
but promise I won't lose stride.
Never will I lose pride.
You never back down.
My background is full of queens and kings like Stackedown.
Give us us free.
I'm a star, Mississippi burn.
When the hippies learn to give us respect,
we stand firm.
Fight and turn the other cheek.
And when they figure that we weak,
we let that gun speak.
Cover bodies with that white sheet.
Cover bodies with that white sheet.