arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner
raised with religion Look at the dead head mechanism, amongst the cobble stones God feels alone alongside my tag (E-L dash) Burn yours for reasoning
to make it afternooney(?) take a piece of my strife burn it up by making something useful (in the heat of the night) I make music with my machines floating across the seas
Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more Addicted
You never give it back to me Just take away everything You never give it back to me I gotta kill the addiction I gotta kill the addiction I gotta kill the addiction