(Your not heaven sent)
(Your not a gift)
( smell your shit)
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Verse 1
Rolling the dice like a casino in the dark
Trusting these man is sticky
No one really knows how to play their part
Chatting WITH that waffle
pretending to be hard
More time they plastic and never used their heart
You got watch your back keeping up your guard
What happen from the middle to the start
I can’t believe I gave you cold guys the best side of my heart
Your lucky if you get a hello now you mostly likely
barred
I learned stripes from all these battle scars
I use to love them to death
Now there is nothing left
These moist brothers moving wet
You need to move go bed
come flying off that moped
Invite you to their problems, never to the parties asking for cake none left
It’s Dry like them with nothing to invest
Hand outs at these gentleman’s request
Now am moving rude no money or cash
NO SILVER SPOON
Put your hand out am breaking it to
They eat at my table and still I made room
Blood and water its the streets to the womb
cradle to the tomb
Giving flowers at the grave only time you zoom
You soulless fucks follow me now, MOVE
Thinking they the prize but really just the scraps in the room
(Smell your shit) (Yaaa not a gift)
(Your not heaven sent)
(Your not a gift)
( smell your shit)
[music]
Chrous
Think your hot and heavens gift
Can’t believe these clowns believe this shit
Hate pumping with that loaded fist
Just watch the switch
Aaah man these men make me sick
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Verse 2
I told you these man corny as hell
I warned you they start running out of stories to tell
Kick you while your down before the bell
and beg with their needs crying for the bail
Grown ass child get off of your knees, I got children as well
Actions have reactions like the train and rail
Prison seats with that prison tea
All this shit you just put is that extra on me
Put the work in and be all you can be
These charity cases from roads and families
Give a fuck if your not down or ride with me
I turn my back privately
Am survivor G
Am sick of the counterfeit piracy
Thanking god for this moment of clarity
When I move like them OH my god the irony
These clowns become LIKE trick or treat
But am walking away AND standing on it
(Give a fuck if you down) (or ride for me)
Chrous
Think your hot and heavens gift
Can’t believe these clowns believe this shit
Hate pumping with that loaded fist
Just watch the switch
Aaah man these men make me sick
(Your not heaven sent)
(Your not a gift)
( smell your shit)
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