Lyrics
I miss the days of politiccin'
Rocking with the shooters
Who'll put shots in em
I put em in the trunk
Won't let the ops get him
Might catch a nigga body
All you had to do was say when
I miss those days and I resent that fact
What a shame that I had to put a cap in that
I can't double back
Cus my stacks are in trouble
Grew up to the music that said
"Sit down, be humble"
Fuck you
And fuck you all too
Tried to muzzle up this rabid dog
I went and bit you
And you don't have a clue
You don't know what I'll do
Bitch ass, I'll turn your hood into a cultural petting zoo
I'm not testing you
I'm suggesting you
Quit the requests
You're depressed
I'm suspecting you
Feel my words molesting you
I think that I'm upsetting you
Maybe I'm not and it's just my
Sadomasochistic point of view
Who knew
Oh no, who would guess that
A fuck up, come up story
Autistic aftermath
Called idiopathic
Check the receipts
Not the pamphlets
I'm talking at the banquet hall with abbots
About their gods and mine
What a fine line that is
The odds read in wine
The swine are slaughtered
To make a sacrifice
But where is the shrine
I'll sign my name in blood
Yeah that blood is mine
You don't want to see my mind
Apparitions of demons inside
Listen to me, I've a grievance with life
No communion or communication
Just confused hallucinations
There is no reason that I am alive
I'm haunted but thrive
Still hunted, survived
Did stupid shit and killed myself
But I stand revived
Crush you in my stride
I will drown in my pride
Watchin' blood gush
When I end your life
The end of this knife
Will pierce your heart
Until you see the point is contrived
Pre-planned but still not wanted by mine
Dying inside, that's the grand prize
Divine by nature and nature don't lie
Grind dope into powder, the blunt it's inside
Momma can't save me despite how she tries
Everything changed me
But karmas on my side
My side, niggas stuck like glue
Bullets always raining
Never my way, aimed at you
Assignments abdicated
Resigned my time to shoot
I miss the days of anger
I miss my boys salute
I miss the days of anger
I miss my boys salute
Unlike you I had a choice
And my choice will go through you
30 aught 6
I got new toys and in truth you're screwed
Wait til they see me win
I'll make these niggas go unglued
I miss the days of anger
I miss my boys salute
Momma said don't be a gangster
But I slid with Bluhd's and Ru's
I hit your boys with chopsticks
From that score new wealth accrued
Just some shottas that were twins
Now those memories conclude
WRITERS
Riley Van Vorhis
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