In my concience
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Can you hear it?
Huhhh
Its getting
Eerie now
Huhhh
Talking through the bleachers
Bitch I hopped in
Talking money
RUN IT numbers only
Show me options
How we never
Really trust the police
Bitch we cop shit
Told em hold it down
We rocking bout to start a Moshpit
Pray lord throw all
The fake away
Pray that God watch the fam And we stay good
Pray for love and peace
And crush all the beef in the Same hood
These is crying streets
The hurting
Aint easy it's pain full
But the lies deceive
And niggas is sheep
With the same bull shit
Like give Em all options
My people move in the west
Where they know best protect What you got
Its some op (Shit)
F*ck if they love you or not
Bro is you
Down to die
With the squad
Huh
Family first
Been bout the work
When was the last time i slept
Huh
Running it
FUCK it we running shit
Team even taking advantage of That
And we taking the bag
And thats how we planned it
Gimme respect and you get that Shit back
Plus we repping the set
Getting the ends
It ain't me and no friends
Only did it with fam
G I go
On moleficent shit
On a level that shit
I could reckon that shit
Uh
RUN up that track then I dip
RUN IT I
Stay on my shit
G on alert
Uh
Picking the purp
I see them all tryna lurk
Bitch I'm a jerk
Yeah
We the open the Ms
I'm popping into that first
Came in like church
Yeah
Came in that church
Speaking I know that shit
Church
Know that shit church
Yeah
They ask for a verse
I pray that the shit ain't gon Hurt
Yeah
I'm tired
I'm creeping
I'm running from a demon
Im
Cheeping
I'm Cheeping
Don't ever catch me sleeping
I'm slipping
I'm pimping
I gotta get a pip in
In my concience
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Its getting
Eerie now
Talking through the bleachers
Huhhh
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In my concience
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Can you hear it?
Huhhh
Its getting
Eerie now
Huhhh
Talking through the bleachers
Bitch I hopped in
Talking money
RUN IT numbers only
Show me options
How we never
Really trust the police
Bitch we cop shit
Told em hold it down
We rocking bout to start a Moshpit
Pray lord throw all
The fake away
Pray that God watch the fam And we stay good
Pray for love and peace
And crush all the beef in the Same hood
These is crying streets
The hurting
Aint easy it's pain full
But the lies deceive
And niggas is sheep
With the same bull shit
Like give Em all options
My people move in the west
Where they know best protect What you got
Its some op (Shit)
F*ck if they love you or not
Bro is you
Down to die
With the squad
Huh
Family first
Been bout the work
When was the last time i slept
Huh
Running it
FUCK it we running shit
Team even taking advantage of That
And we taking the bag
And thats how we planned it
Gimme respect and you get that Shit back
Plus we repping the set
Getting the ends
It ain't me and no friends
Only did it with fam
G I go
On moleficent shit
On a level that shit
I could reckon that shit
Uh
RUN up that track then I dip
RUN IT I
Stay on my shit
G on alert
Uh
Picking the purp
I see them all tryna lurk
Bitch I'm a jerk
Yeah
We the open the Ms
I'm popping into that first
Came in like church
Yeah
Came in that church
Speaking I know that shit
Church
Know that shit church
Yeah
They ask for a verse
I pray that the shit ain't gon Hurt
Yeah
I'm tired
I'm creeping
I'm running from a demon
Im
Cheeping
I'm Cheeping
Don't ever catch me sleeping
I'm slipping
I'm pimping
I gotta get a pip in
In my concience
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Its getting
Eerie now
Talking through the bleachers
Huhhh
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Can you hear it?
Huhhh
Its getting
Eerie now
Huhhh
Talking through the bleachers
Bitch I hopped in
Talking money
RUN IT numbers only
Show me options
How we never
Really trust the police
Bitch we cop shit
Told em hold it down
We rocking bout to start a Moshpit
Pray lord throw all
The fake away
Pray that God watch the fam And we stay good
Pray for love and peace
And crush all the beef in the Same hood
These is crying streets
The hurting
Aint easy it's pain full
But the lies deceive
And niggas is sheep
With the same bull shit
Like give Em all options
My people move in the west
Where they know best protect What you got
Its some op (Shit)
F*ck if they love you or not
Bro is you
Down to die
With the squad
Huh
Family first
Been bout the work
When was the last time i slept
Huh
Running it
FUCK it we running shit
Team even taking advantage of That
And we taking the bag
And thats how we planned it
Gimme respect and you get that Shit back
Plus we repping the set
Getting the ends
It ain't me and no friends
Only did it with fam
G I go
On moleficent shit
On a level that shit
I could reckon that shit
Uh
RUN up that track then I dip
RUN IT I
Stay on my shit
G on alert
Uh
Picking the purp
I see them all tryna lurk
Bitch I'm a jerk
Yeah
We the open the Ms
I'm popping into that first
Came in like church
Yeah
Came in that church
Speaking I know that shit
Church
Know that shit church
Yeah
They ask for a verse
I pray that the shit ain't gon Hurt
Yeah
I'm tired
I'm creeping
I'm running from a demon
Im
Cheeping
I'm Cheeping
Don't ever catch me sleeping
I'm slipping
I'm pimping
I gotta get a pip in
In my concience
Gotta feed into the conscious
God I try be honest
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Talking bout the breach
Uh
Its getting
Eerie now
Talking through the bleachers
Huhhh
Writer: Kash CPT, Mark Akol
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