They say if you slow down life lasts longer
Don't give these fools an opportunity to mash on ya
Especially when you got all ya jewels and cash on ya
Foot on the gas, shorty with a nice ass on her
Looking for attention she gone get it
Stay out the way if you talk it but don't live it
There's always somebody tryna make you an exhibit
Make you an example, make you a statistic
Tryna cheat the hangman, like a bounty killer getting loot
And they carry big weapons that ain't pleasant to shoot
And they play your ribs like a xylophone on a loop
And not happy till they turn all ya bones into flutes
I like to be at the crib, not much of a crowd guy
Like to blast beats but I'm not much of a loud guy
Listen more than I talk, skywalk ahead of time
Told'em I was once your age you was never mine
Nevermind, wrote rhymes in places that you never dined
Back of napkin math, my portions the bigger half
Distortion To Static class, alumnus before the beats was drum less
Still one the nicest that ever done this
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
The God tryna tell you something, that's me
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, one two three
I'm about to give you food and that's the God degree
If you force feed a baby he regurgitates
Keep ya mind free of them opiates
If you living in a glass house never throw a stone
It's a mind f*ck they try to control us through the phone
Pick and choose beef anybody could get left
Be thankful when you wake cause you still got breath
A nigga don't add to the circle, cut him the f*ck off
Cause his name might be in the paperwork
Always make your paper work, that's the key
Fly somewhere exotic put your feet in the sea
A chick want a real nigga all that shit is fake
Better run fast like you on a prison break
T we got moves to make, that's a fact
Mentally and physically keep your shit intact
Don't let a crab hold you, you know you God
If you surrounded by slugs nigga change up ya squad
And that's a actual fact for these days
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
Terrence Wood - Color Purple (feat. Sadat X) Lyrics
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They say if you slow down life lasts longer
Don't give these fools an opportunity to mash on ya
Especially when you got all ya jewels and cash on ya
Foot on the gas, shorty with a nice ass on her
Looking for attention she gone get it
Stay out the way if you talk it but don't live it
There's always somebody tryna make you an exhibit
Make you an example, make you a statistic
Tryna cheat the hangman, like a bounty killer getting loot
And they carry big weapons that ain't pleasant to shoot
And they play your ribs like a xylophone on a loop
And not happy till they turn all ya bones into flutes
I like to be at the crib, not much of a crowd guy
Like to blast beats but I'm not much of a loud guy
Listen more than I talk, skywalk ahead of time
Told'em I was once your age you was never mine
Nevermind, wrote rhymes in places that you never dined
Back of napkin math, my portions the bigger half
Distortion To Static class, alumnus before the beats was drum less
Still one the nicest that ever done this
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
The God tryna tell you something, that's me
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, one two three
I'm about to give you food and that's the God degree
If you force feed a baby he regurgitates
Keep ya mind free of them opiates
If you living in a glass house never throw a stone
It's a mind f*ck they try to control us through the phone
Pick and choose beef anybody could get left
Be thankful when you wake cause you still got breath
A nigga don't add to the circle, cut him the f*ck off
Cause his name might be in the paperwork
Always make your paper work, that's the key
Fly somewhere exotic put your feet in the sea
A chick want a real nigga all that shit is fake
Better run fast like you on a prison break
T we got moves to make, that's a fact
Mentally and physically keep your shit intact
Don't let a crab hold you, you know you God
If you surrounded by slugs nigga change up ya squad
And that's a actual fact for these days
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
Don't give these fools an opportunity to mash on ya
Especially when you got all ya jewels and cash on ya
Foot on the gas, shorty with a nice ass on her
Looking for attention she gone get it
Stay out the way if you talk it but don't live it
There's always somebody tryna make you an exhibit
Make you an example, make you a statistic
Tryna cheat the hangman, like a bounty killer getting loot
And they carry big weapons that ain't pleasant to shoot
And they play your ribs like a xylophone on a loop
And not happy till they turn all ya bones into flutes
I like to be at the crib, not much of a crowd guy
Like to blast beats but I'm not much of a loud guy
Listen more than I talk, skywalk ahead of time
Told'em I was once your age you was never mine
Nevermind, wrote rhymes in places that you never dined
Back of napkin math, my portions the bigger half
Distortion To Static class, alumnus before the beats was drum less
Still one the nicest that ever done this
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
The God tryna tell you something, that's me
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding, one two three
I'm about to give you food and that's the God degree
If you force feed a baby he regurgitates
Keep ya mind free of them opiates
If you living in a glass house never throw a stone
It's a mind f*ck they try to control us through the phone
Pick and choose beef anybody could get left
Be thankful when you wake cause you still got breath
A nigga don't add to the circle, cut him the f*ck off
Cause his name might be in the paperwork
Always make your paper work, that's the key
Fly somewhere exotic put your feet in the sea
A chick want a real nigga all that shit is fake
Better run fast like you on a prison break
T we got moves to make, that's a fact
Mentally and physically keep your shit intact
Don't let a crab hold you, you know you God
If you surrounded by slugs nigga change up ya squad
And that's a actual fact for these days
What you want a hungry stomach, empty wallet or a broken heart
Might feel it all when you living life within the art
Might have to cut a few squares out ya circle
Maybe God tryna tell you somethin' like Color Purple
Writer: Derek Murphy, Terrence Wood
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid