Mansa Musa - Pisces and Aries. Lyrics

Pisces And Aries
Take two
When Terrence died it broke my heart
I Lost all emotion
It's like I never had been sad before
When MeeCHy died
I seen the tape and threw up
It's like I never had got mad before
Sometimes I wonder what my passions for
And everytime I drop a tape
I just wonder what the rapping is for
Everytime I leave the Hood it get worse
It's like it never got bad before
Young bull lost his dad to war
He never had a gat before
He ain't never last it clap before
Young bull told if he see red he gon catch a charge on a matador
Niggas pop
They gripping glocks
I wanna leave if I'm able
We ain't kicking rocks
We flipping rocks
That shit is oh so fatal
And They killing opps
And ain't saying shit to cops
Handcuffs on the table
Paper make a nigga hot
Guns that make niggas drop
Shooting metal out like staples
And they spinning tops
And they hitting tops
Call those dreidels
Niggas shooting better duck down
Niggas out here killing
Beef ain't just inna song
Parties ain't fun now
Cuz nigga want smoke
Like what's inna bong
She don't show Me no love now
That shit is missing it's gone
It really ain't no trust now
It's better if we split apart
She claim she dont give a f*ck now
And now I'm getting hot
We argue and I shut down
Saying more OKs than little John
Girl I don't even love myself
How could I be in love with you
Freeze like a deer in headlights
Before I could even keep it a buck with you
She asked me will I stay
I said it's up to you
My bro is stuck he glued
He really love too move
He sell bags of that white girl and they fat
He called them bbws
I can't waste no opportunity
I was born to be great
You can get lost in thIs awfulest place
When I'm from even the law break the laws that they made
Niggas get caught up in hate
Sparking they ks
Og did life in prison for some youngins
And they helped his daughter get raped
Homie said we would bring war to ya place
Now ever summer I bring flowers to the morgue where he stays
So much darkness it's to make it all In a page
All the hatred and it just morph into rage
You better have a 44 give him 4 and have more for his face
I could talk about how being rich is more than just cake
But the way my pockets looking I can't even afford a mistake
Yeah
I can't even afford a mistake
I been spitting on my pedigree
I'm feeling like I'm triple H
I been a thug I been had guns
Please don't make me demonstrate
'Cause if I draw it's a picture of my mugshot and a picture of you angel wings
Please don't make me illustrate
For the shots f*ck up yo car you better call some triple A
Remember my cornrows my little braids
Now it's corny niggas and my homie on death row and bitches with they lemonades
But me I'm just not in to hate
But it's some niggas that wanna see me and when I see him
I'ma shoot him and I really hope I hit his face
Yeah
Yeah
Pisces
Take 5
"Aries"
Seek and you find
Imma beast with rhymes
Reach for this nine
And send these to ya spine
Been onna east with my slime
He through the b to sky
But I grew up with the crips
Insane niggas looking for a reason to die
Peanut butter bitches treat me like Reeces' some times
Tell the truth in my lyrics
Diamonds glowing like
Lil reece in his prime
With more money than
Meech in 09
And Adobo vs lawry
You not as seasoned as mine
Bro was proof even Demons have demons
You could see it in his eyes
Life is about failing
It ain't about the succeeding sometimes
'Cause Nowadays I find passion in blunders
And sit back and just laugh at my struggle
Living so bad I have no reaction to trouble
I Started writing in my phone
Cuz I halfass all my verses they been trash so anything I rap in pad hets crumbled
Bro could turn a half to a double
It's just dogs chasing cats and snakes hunting rats in this dispassionate jungle
Niggas will stab you in the back then pat the back of ya mother
And I Feels like it's more caskets in summer
My homies only had school lunch I guess it's just a reaction to hunger
Bro had the packs and the bundles
Bro get a pack make it last and have more crack than a plumber
Making all this money
And it's making me lazy
Back smoking weed
And it's making me hazy
All my diamonds frosted like the flakes
And it's making me flaky
They tried to say I rap like eminem
Plus I'm from the D
Where all the face is shady
And all of days was just rainy
Crazy cuz bro just caught a case from the casings
Crack heads be the craziest ladies
She do that shit like she was raised in the 80s
She throw the rock off the glass like tracy McGrady
And you See so much shit
But you better forget more
It feels like weapons just hit more
And my letters just drift more
I'm the shit and I know it
Ive Been telling myself more
Went from bitches telling me I was short
F*ck bitches that look like Angel's
I'm blessing myself more
Look like a million bucks
Still selling myself short
'Cause We had that shit for sale
White shit it tip the scale
Know a white bitch and she sniff it well
She do it right off her fingernail
We had more nickels and dimes than a wishing well
If that nigga hating
Then I wish him well
Cause that nigga really must be tryna kill himself
'Cause my young niggas they gon give him hell
They know more about them dark nights than Christian bail
I said it once and I'll say it again
I ain't been the same since I lost meech
Niggas is selling they soul and they still talking and it's all cheap
Empty houses with no doors like you bought jeep
Me and this gun got big dicks
You can tell by my large feet
My features not at all free
Had to make my bread rise
That's what you c
Is the Beat over?